Everything just stops when he is sick. I become a totally different person, and I don’t care. I can’t laugh until I can make him laugh. His tiny little well-being is all that matters to me. Anyone who seems tobe attempting to pierce the little bubble I create to care for him is subject to the wrath of The Mom. I never knew I could feel this fierce about anything, or quite this helpless.It is total “creature-in-the-wild,” protect-and-care-for-at-all-costs kind of stuff. I know I feel this way when Potter is sick, but the no existent baby immune system thing pushes me right over the edge into crazy-mom territory. I hope we are giggling together again soon, him and me.