Okay, so....My son, 16 month old little boy, woke up the other night with a fever of over a 100.  Although I am not quite sure if it was more or not because the "wonderful" thermometers that we have to use are so accurate.  I was freaking out so bad that I stayed up all night on the couch with him to make sure that his fever didn't get worse, go into a seizure, and not have an idea in the morning that he went through all this.  I understand I am a little dramatic about it, but after all the stories you hear as soon as you hit motherhood.....every new sickness, cold, outrage of tempers makes a mother "freak" out and examine everything to a T.  I guess this is just the beginning of all nighters from worrying, mind racing from different ideas and theories of how to deal with the situation at hand, and tons of plans put to the backburner because your lil one is sick.  It's amazing that not a single thing matters in the world as soon as this little person in your life needs you more than usual.  It really makes you grateful for every second of your life as being a mother. 

hahah all this from a fever....imagine the stomach flu ;)