Brenda Takes Care of Her Sick Baby! (part 1)

Brenda woke up with a jerk to the sound of her baby crying harshly through the monitor. She glanced at the clock to see it was still an hour or so until dawn. Quickly sitting up, she threw her blankets off and walked down the hallway to her baby’s room. As she entered the room, she could see Robert, her adult baby, lying in his crib with tears streaming down his face. Brenda hurriedly pulled the side of the crib down to reach out to her upset baby. “Shh, shh, baby, it’s okay,” Brenda cooed as she ran her hands across his forehead and cheeks, feeling for a fever. She clicked her tongue worryingly over the heat she felt against her palm. “What’s wrong, love? Are you feeling sick?” Robert slowly nodded, his face turned into her hand; Brenda couldn’t help but worry a bit about how lethargic he was, considering that he usually woke up quickly and eager to get the day started. She laid a gentle kiss on his forehead and told him that she would be right back. She walked out of his nursery in search of some much-needed items. Brenda hurried through the house for a few minutes and returned with her hands full of anything she thought might help. Everything was laid out on his dresser, and she walked towards him. “Open wide, baby,” Brenda said as she held the thermometer before his mouth. He obediently opened his mouth, and Brenda placed it under his tongue, holding it there until it beeped. She read the temperature and let out a sigh of relief. “It’s just a low-grade fever, nothing too serious. Let’s get some medicine, and then you’ll get more sleep.” Brenda grabbed the medicine bottle and poured a small amount into the dropper. She sat beside Robert and held the dropper up to his mouth. He closed his eyes and took the medicine, enjoying the sweet taste. “Good boy,” Brenda praised him, wiping his mouth with a tissue. “Now, let’s get you comfortable.” Brenda gave him a bottle of Pedialyte, a cold rag over his head, and a diaper change. She was careful, especially with this, since she knew he would feel sore from whatever he got hold of. Brenda moved and adjusted him, cleaning him well from the front to the back, ensuring he was squeaky clean and smelling good. Once Robert was all taped back into a clean diaper, Brenda tucked him under the covers and told him that she wanted him to sleep a little longer, knowing that he would need sleep to improve. Brenda let him rest till a little before midday and then bustled about to get him into the living room. She turned on the TV and put on his favorite cartoon, ensuring the low volume would not disturb his sensitive ears. Not too much later Brenda brought him a sippy cup full of juice, making sure he stayed nice and hydrated. Click right here to read the rest!

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