Bright red cheeks.
Constant cuddling.
Doesn't want to eat.
The most heartbreaking cry you've ever heard.
Saturday morning visits to the doctor.
Blood tests at the doctor.
Sunday night calls to his answering service.
Projectile vomit.
"The thermometer goes where?"
Ibuprofen that smells like bubble gum.
More cuddles.
No naps.
Multiple outfits.
Multiple loads of laundry.
Sad parents who just want to see him smile.
This is not how the way Max should have to spend his 6 months birthday.
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