Day 127:
Total drag today, Son. Though for Mommy, not me... Seems your mother came down with something and is as sick as a dog. Fever, chills, the works... Yes son, Mommy's down for the count. We - being me and you - we've done all we could for the patient, Boy. Made her tea, got her Tylenol, a cup of soup... Now she's just gonna have to sleep it off. Looks a lot like the bug I had that kept me down for 24 hours back in February. And getting sick is bad enough, but without a doubt you're her favorite thing in the World, Son. So not being able to hold you and kiss you and love on you is exponentially worse than any cold...
So here I sit, ready to feed you a bottle and call it a night. Other than having to pull duties for Mommy, there's not a lot to report, Boy'O. It was a cool and rainy Wednesday that was hardly as eventful yesterday's action! So with that it's time to get you a few ounces of food to help you stay asleep 'til the morning, and I'm off to the rack myself.
I love you, Son.
-Dad
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