William had a fever. I couldn't tell how high, but he was terribly hot in my arms and when I kissed his forehead, I could just tell. The heat coming off him was incredible. I couldn't get him to latch on and nurse for more than a minute. When he wasn't sleeping fitfully, he was fussy...or crying. I hadn't had any rest the night before and it was
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He frowned a little when he heard William's fussing, but maybe she was just looking for someone to watch him for a little while. He could do that. "What can I do for you?"
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"He's sick. I think he's sick. You're a doctor...do something."
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"We had a bad night last night, but he wasn't hot like this," I said, ashamed at how weak I sounded. I was worried, though...I think a little weakness was to be expected.
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