98.6 Degrees Fahrenheit

98.6 Degrees Fahrenheit

98.6 Degrees Fahrenheit

Four days of raging fever, over a dozen doses of paracetamol, needle pricks on a thin arm, wailing puking burning child… its been a trying week. Our little girl is fighting against an infection that the blood tests are yet to reveal, and the battle is raging like a fire.

I’ve always encouraged the body to heal itself with minimal support of antibiotics. This time around though paracetamol in all its forms, colours and flavours won over my rationale mind, forcing my worried creased forehead dunk these syrups down my girl’s throat.

It finally took the thermometer to show me a number of 104 degrees Fahrenheit and a tummy made gassy by multiple doses of Mefanamic Acid Suspensions to kick my senses into place. I went back to the regular paracetamol dosage and topped it with a generous all-night back up of continuous sponging. And yes, I won the war. The thermometer beeped to the normal 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit and my little girl enjoyed a good night’s sleep after a long time.

Well, parenting is a challenge. I’ve realized that in more ways than one. This is something no one tells you when they mow you down with “have a kid, it’s fun” statements and encourage the baby bump in all glory. But yes, they also never tell you that you become a go-getter with a never say die attitude in more ways than you ever imagined.

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine sitting up all night to spend with a sponge cloth. Never in my craziest moments did I believe I would conjure up the most weirdest stories that would amuse my daughter (and shock my brains for creating them) enough to get her to open her mouth for the next spoon of dinner. Never in my most overwhelming moments did I believe I would cry out of joy just to see my little girl finish up a meal all by herself, perform on stage, paint brilliant art, conjure interesting stories out of clouds, help me tidy up and speak with a level of maturity that at times even adults don’t tend to show.

Well, parenting is no easy task. After all, parenting is a board exam that happens every day since that little swimmer meets the egg. It’s tough, it’s pleasant, it’s bitter-sweet, but yes, every time you bring it under the ambit of 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit, it’s an unbound joy that envelopes the being.

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Keerthana Venkatesh
Keerthana Venkatesh

Keerthana Venkatesh’s passion for writing has helped her chart her professional life with a gamut of industries in the last 10+ years. She has worked with some of the biggest brands of media across a variety of subjects, including business and technology. She also helped Myntra.com establish its content process when it was moving into B2C play. She currently manages the global marketing communications for iRunway Inc., a technology consulting firm specializing in patent analysis, licensing and litigation. Keerthana’s passion for writing and her journalistic streak recently took wings when she helped author a book, "The God In The Boardroom". The book includes a set of 13 interviews with leaders of India Inc. and showcases the driving force behind their passion to take their companies to greater heights. An avid traveller, Keerthana is also an alternative energy therapist who thrives on the idea of positivism. You can visualize these reflections in her blog wwww.thisshortstory.wordpress.com where she shares snippets of everyday life.

1 comment so far

Meenakshi Raina Posted on11:08 am - Aug 16, 2018

Very touchy indeed but it seems connecting to Parenting

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