My mom called this morning and asked how the boys were. I responded by explaining they were doing fine, but were just being wild. I didn’t really have a better response for her. She went on to explain how good they were for her while I was at work yesterday for the few hours she...
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The last two days have consisted of rocking Easton to sleep, comforting him when he cries, holding him nearly every second his eyes were open, and dosing Motrin and Tylenol round the clock. He’s had a consistent fever and his eyes scream misery. I have wiped numerous tears, fanned his sweaty back, and wiped his...