When Our Baby Spiked A High Fever, My Husband Called His Overprotective Mother Before Anyone Else

He stood three feet from the table, his arms hanging limp at his sides.

“Sit down,” I said.

He sat on the very edge of the sofa, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

I picked up the Braun thermometer, pressed the release button to pop the used probe cap into the wastebasket, and snapped a fresh clear cap into place.

I turned the device on, holding the screen up so Ethan could watch it clear the previous reading of 104.1 degrees.

“You use a new plastic cap every single time,” I said, setting the box of caps next to his knee.