Sherilyn can hardly be coerced to take her nap in the afternoon. If this chatty rascal who can never stop yakking ever falls asleep in the afternoon, appears quiet, feels warm, tells me that she feels cold and lacks appetite even for junk food, I know for sure that she’s ill. I don’t even need to take her temperature for all these physical tell-tale signs will tell me that my baby is sick.

She spent the entire Sunday lying on the couch… with a cold pack on her body and a Cool Fever sticker on her forehead. I showered her each time her temperature shot up to 38 degrees Celsius.  Hubs who is very kan cheong and paranoia each time the girls have the slightest temperature insisted that I brought her to the paed’s office but I said no. I prefer to let their body heal naturally.  I fed her with lots of pandan-barley water, coconut water, plain water and fruits.

And oh yes, she was beaming when I let her finish off the tub of Haegan Daz ice cream!  She had no appetite to eat anything but ice cream!

After just 1 dose of PCM, the fever subsided the next day. This rascal has a very sensitive throat and a ‘heaty body’. It must be the deep fried squid rings and deep fried chicken that she ate at the pasar malam on Friday evening that caused the fever.  I had warned her not to eat anything that’s heaty but when I was buying fruits, this rascal pestered our friend who was with us to get her those forbidden food. I told her that the fever was a price she had to pay for disobeying mummy.