Me
Nope, she’ll be fine.
His worry is sweet, and I’m happy I’m able to help him in this situation. It’s nice to have someone to lean on in times like this.
Jason
Okay, I’ll set an alarm.
Me
In the meantime, you could give her a lukewarm/cool bath to help her cool down. Make sure she’s drinking fluids.
Jason
I’m not sure why I’m panicking so much this time. She’s been sick before. She’s going to be sick again.
Me
Don’t worry, I get this way too. Keep an eye on her tonight, and if the fever doesn’t drop, take her into urgent care tomorrow. Or, if your gut tells you to. Worst that can happen is they say it’s a cold and send you home.
Jason
That’s a good point. Thanks. I feel better already.
Me
Of course. I’m happy to help, I’m sorry she’s not feeling well.
Jason
Me too. She doesn’t get sick often.
Me
It’s funny how it always happens shortly after school ends too. You’d think they’d get so sick at the end of the school year when they’re still around all of their classmates, but it’s like as soon as school is done, boom, they get super sick. It’s usually what happens to Presley, but so far *knocks on wood* she’s been good this year.
Don’t get me started on bringing them in to the doctor. It always seems like when you think you have to bring them in, so sure they have an ear infection or something, they’re perfectly fine, and it’s a cold. But then, the time you decide to wait it out, it ends up being an ear infection when you do decide to bring them in eventually.
Jason
Huh. I’ve never put two and two together. I know she’s going to be bummed when I tell her we can’t go visit the new babies tomorrow.
And right? Tell me about it. I can’t count how many doctor bills I have for visits that we didn’t end up needing to go in for.
Me
Yeah, that’s going to be tough. But I’m sure she will understand when you explain that she doesn’t want to get the new babies sick.
I look up from my phone, and see Presley painting a flower on her paper. “Wow, that’s really pretty, honey,” I tell her.
“Thanks,” she responds, still completely engrossed in her art.
Jason doesn’t respond again for a few hours, and I try not to overthink it. Is Lennie okay? Did he bring her to the doctor?
Once Presley is done painting, it’s time to wind down for the night, so she takes a quick bath and snuggles in her pajamas. She picks out one of herJunie B. Jonesbooks, and starts to read. She’s such a fast reader. She can usually finish one of the books in a night. She doesn’t have me read to her anymore, which is fine, but we still sit together each night. We do our usual routine after she reads, and she falls asleep as easily as always.
I pour myself a glass of wine and sit down on the couch. I pull out my phone, wondering if Jason has replied, or sent an update. The conversation was at a natural end, but I can’t help but want to make sure both he and Lennie are okay.
