The harsh realities of the mommy all-nighter

He’s sick. Again. This time, it starts off as a mild fever—teething perhaps—but quickly turns into something more. Spots on throat. Rash on face. His temperature soars to 102, 103, 104. “Mamaaaaaaa” beckons the owl-shaped monitor on my nightstand. I strap on my furry candy-stripe robe, toss my greasy hair into a scrunchie and get […]

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