He's got the fever...

39.8 deg C was what the doc measured in the ear; i nearly flipped in shock. our little man was so drowsy and weak that he wasn't even able to open his mouth to nurse. my heart was in pain; yet at the same time i didn't know exactly what to do. but whatever it is, thank God we decided to get to the clinic asap, instead of waiting any longer.

he's fine now but looking back, it was almost as if he became a newborn babe again, cradled in my arms, though actually drowsy. i do miss him in my womb, kicking and wriggling about, responding to our knocks and taps on his secret room. my little boy.