is having a sick kid.
Say one with a fever of 104.4 and it's not responding to the Advil, and the advice nurse has you put her in a tepid bath and she's fighting and crying and shaking because it's not tepid enough and your husband, bless him, is not being his usual supportive self and her fever is STILL climbing to 105.1
And then your husband comes through and takes over and she's GIGGLING between the shakes. You call the advice nurse again and they say bring her in. So you get her out of the tub, wrapped up and head out for the doctor. And on the way she tosses her cookies, but that makes her feel better.
By the time you get her to the doctor (bless Kaiser, their fabulous advice nurses and their 24 hour care)her fever is going down. The doctor says it's just viral, though she does a strep test, just in case.
So you get her home and out of the dirty clothes and into her nightgown and take her temp again, and it's down to 100.8 and she settles down to sleep.
And it's 11PM, and you're sitting at your computer blogging about it all and you've still got to get her sister's lunch for tomorrow together, and you're going to have to get up early and take her to school for something she didn't tell you about till late this evening, when all you want to do is get in your own damn BED right now.
But right now, that doesn't matter.
Because your sweet 7 year old is asleep in her own bed clutching "Baby", the doll she's had since she was in the crib and she's ALL RIGHT.
The worst thing about being a parent is being so damn vulnerable. Loving your babies so much and being terrified when something is happening to them.
Nothing's scarier in the world. NOTHING.