Day 156:
Uneventful start to the day, Son. Not so much in the afternoon and evening but by the time Mommy'd finally gotten you home you were spiking a fever over 100 degrees... And as far as we know that'd be the first time your temperature has ever been above 98.7. You were fussy... Not only that but you were spitting up a pretty good bit, Son. More than is usual, anyhow. Never the less we had a last minute invitation to have dinner with the Landers. It'd been a few weeks since we'd seen Nathan, Andrew, Aunt Jen and Uncle Paul and they were excited to see you!
The night would not be that easy... You would fall asleep, wake up, fuss, cry, fuss, fall asleep, wake up... Pretty much everybody, including Mr Rob and Ms Jess, were taking turns holding you, rocking you, swinging you... EASILY the most cantankerous you've ever been, Son.
By nights end you would sleep, but only in the arms of the willing holders. It's late now, or at least as late as any other night I've written you. Still, even getting you home and settled was a production. Here I sit, 1:15AM, yawning... Zonked Conor...
As best as I can tell your fever broke and your appetite is back. Guess I can't ask for more than that.
I think tomorrow will be better than today, don't you?
Love you, Conor.
-Dad
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