Since Monday afternoon Kit has been up and down with a fever. Yesterday, we were hanging out on the bed together. She was playing on my phone, and without looking up, she said very matter-of-factly: "I'm sick again." "Where in your body are you sick again?" "My eyes." When I asked to see her eyes, sure enough they were teary, red-rimmed, glassy, feverish eyes. They were indeed sick again. Her fever and crept back up. "I'm so glad you told me where you were sick! I'll get you some medicine." While I'm never glad for my babies to be sick, this was a humongous breakthrough for Kit. To be able to tell me that she didn't feel well. While she's never been completely unresponsive to pain or discomfort, she has been seemingly under-responsive. Often even seeming to enjoy what many others would consider painful or unpleasant, such as having an ice cube put down her shirt, by laughing and shouting "again!" For a ...
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