Poorly boy

A couple of weeks ago, our boy became poorly. Properly poorly. Not just a runny nose and a bobby nappy, but poorly with a high temperature. In fact, his temperature got to 39.2, which, we are told, is really quite high. We had done all the other proper things like fed him Calpol, gave him an ice pole to help to lower his temperature and showed him the National Accident Helpline advert to lift his spirits, but nothing seemed to work. What made it worse was his behaviour. A poorly boy, I imagine would be crying and whinging. Instead, Noah turned his cuteness up past eleven. He was super cuddly and drowsy because of the crippling temperature scorching up his baby body.

After calling 111 and before the emergency doctor's appointment that they arranged, we took the following video and picture. Be prepared to cry.