I Wasn’t Scared of the Fever
I was scared of missing something.
The first time my baby had a fever,
I didn’t panic because of the number.
I panicked because I didn’t know what I didn’t know.
I kept staring at the thermometer,
refreshing Google,
second-guessing myself every minute.
Is this normal?
Did I wait too long?
Am I supposed to do something right now?
No one tells you how loud your thoughts get when your baby is sick.
How quiet the house feels,
and how heavy the responsibility suddenly becomes.
I’m a first-time mom.
I’m still learning.
And some nights, learning feels terrifying.
Writing this here so I don’t forget:
Most of the fear wasn’t about the fever.
It was about becoming someone responsible for another human life.
If you’ve been there too,
you’re not weak.
You’re just a parent.















