Brady woke me up early this morning and tearfully told me that he couldn't find BearBear. I had him lie down in Adam's spot on the bed, and then headed off to his room, where I found the misplaced lovey tangled in a sheet on the floor. I brought him back to Brady and laid down, and then I touched my little man's arm and realized that he once again had a fever.
So that meant no school, plus cuddles, naps, and another trip to see the doctor, who confirmed yet another case of strep.
I'm not pleased that he's sick again, but he's very sweet when he's under the weather. I've said it before, but I love being able to take care of them when they're not feeling well. The ability to provide comfort is a gift.
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