Last Friday night at 3:30, after singing, I returned home and the smell of smoke and alcohol was all over me. While taking a shower, I heard my wife shouting that our son had a fever. It's abnormal for children to have high body temperature, but I didn't expect his fever to reach 39 degrees when measured. We immediately dressed and went to the hospital. Since the several foreign doctors we've seen before were not good, we asked on the way which doctor it was, and if it wasn't them, we went directly. Our son is very afraid of this place, every time it's the same room, I think he must remember it, but that night his behavior was surprisingly good. He cooperated with the thermometer, blood pressure, and stethoscope examination while being held in my arms, his head resting on mine, burning hot. I love this little guy so much. Since nine months old, he started eating food, then ate with us, such a strong body got so sick. All I could think of was that it shouldn't burn me out, otherwise, so long of hard work would be wasted, ha, 2009.01.31 (风水轮流转)! After getting the medicine, we went home and took the medicine, and the sky was already bright. On Saturday, the febrile child was unusually spirited, walking around continuously, playing one thing after another. But the temperature continued without retreating. We used baths, alcohol, everything we could use, but there was no effect. In the evening, he began vomiting, fearing he might suffocate himself, so we took turns on duty overnight. Sunday was the same, with coughing added at night, and we took turns watching him. My mother was the most careful, constantly wiping his body with alcohol. Then on Monday afternoon, the temperature finally dropped. However, the coughing continued at night, and we kept watch.
Looking at the child reminded me of watching Saint Seiya and Nordic God Warriors. In the heavy snowstorm, the father holds his son in his arms, covered by a large cloak, moving forward against the wind because he had a fever. This scene is something I've always wanted to paint myself, but I just don't know how to start. When I was small, my own mother carried me on her back to see doctors and get medicine. Who can say that the heart of a blade of grass can repay the warmth of spring? A friend said, for children, you can never calculate costs and benefits, because no matter what, you are constantly giving until death, still thinking about what you can leave for them.
Life is always like this. Thinking about family, there may be unhappiness, disagreements, just like the rings carved by time. Even with so many unpleasantness and unhappiness, the hearts of children and parents deeply love each other, continuing endlessly!