I still choke up talking about it. Sure, I may laugh it off and it may seem like an overreaction now, but that night was the scariest moment of my life.
It started as an ordinary, normal, regular day. The afternoon was just the same, except out of the blue, Siris’ woke up from his nap with a fever. I mean he felt hot, but maybe it was just the weather. I mean he wasn’t hot that morning.
I remember hearing him laugh on his own for a few minutes on his bed, which I took as an opportunity to continue working. Then he started to cry or fuss. I just use fuss whenever the kids make “annoying” sounds. But of course, because I find him irresistible, I went to him and tried to console him/play with him. And yes, he was still hot (which I just brushed off as the usual, viral fever). I tried doing sponge bath on him and taking his temperature too, but he was just being difficult so I gave up.
I should’ve paid more attention and took it as a sign that something was not right. I should’ve… I should’ve…