Jaden had a bout of viral infection last weekend. He had high-grade fever throughout Friday dawn to Sunday. His temperature would hover around the high 38′s and 39′s, and won’t go away despite round-the-clock paracetamol. It was horrible to see him so weak. I didn’t sleep those nights, mostly because I was monitoring him. But partly because… well, how can you sleep with an aching heart?! I really wished I was the one sick instead of my baby. When helplessness stares you in the face like this, you can’t help but think of the other things that will inevitably harm or hurt your child. Try as I might, I cannot always shield my son from pain. But I can prepare him for it. Julz and I can pack him with loads of love, affection, faith, validation, and a good sense of humor, so that when heartbreak comes his way, his world won’t shatter and he will go on, trusting the Lord always.

He is well today. Thank God! Bouncing back like he didn’t get sick at all. Just look at his photos! I hope he’ll gain a lot of weight (he lost a few pounds when he was sick) and grow taller this month! :)