Precious caught a slight fever, so the adult time Ardent and I were hoping for didn't happen. We were really looking forward to it, but obviously, our kid comes first.
He texted his mom telling her not to bring the twins back yet since their big sister was running hot. I’d already pumped enough milk to last them until morning.
"My teeth hurt, Daddy..." Precious had been whimpering for a while. My usually bubbly, cheerful girl was totally wiped out by a coming molar. I’d already given her some Tylenol and numbed her gums with some ointment.
"Should I call a doctor?" Ardent asked, looking like he was about to cry himself.
"They're just going to tell us to give her Motrin, babe," I said. It was his first time dealing with teething drama, so his panic was normal. It just showed what a devo
