When Our Baby Spiked A High Fever, My Husband Called His Overprotective Mother Before Anyone Else
He capped the blue pen and set it down next to the written medication care logbook on the kitchen counter.
The digital clock above the stove clicked over to 7:55 AM.
I rocked June gently in the wooden kitchen armchair, holding her small body wrapped snugly in her yellow fleece blanket.
Her fever had eased a little after the hospital dose, but her skin still gave off a soft warmth against my forearm.
Ethan walked over to the kitchen counter and picked up his leather laptop messenger bag.
He took out his phone, set the heavy bag on a chair, and held the phone in his right hand.