For the first time in her life, my daughter woke up with a fever yesterday morning. She cried in bewilderment and didn't want to nurse (not exactly the kind of behavior I expect from someone who needs to go to Nursers Anonymous). Her little face felt hot, so we took her temperature: 101.6. Not knowing what to do, I consulted The Toddler Owner's Manual.
No, for freaking real, I did.
The instructions were to administer ibuprofen, but not call the doctor. I complied.
She was lethargic and unusually disinterested in food throughout the day, but otherwise she seemed to be feeling all right. Today she woke up her usual chipper, cheery self, and I'd say she's about 95% back to normal.
I feel bad that she was under the weather, but seriously folks, how ridiculously blessed are we? 19 months, FIRST fever, and she really wasn't even that sick. Her first and only cold occurred when she was 16 months old. She's never been to the doctor for anything but a well-baby visit.
No bragging here: just saying, thank you, God, for the incredible gift of my daughter's health.