Dear Kate,

Before having children, I never realized how uncomfortable someone else's fever could make me.

As I lay awake last night, I imagined that this must be exactly what it felt like when Laura Ingalls Wilder's mother put hot irons wrapped in flannels in her bed.

Well.... except that I wasn't freezing to death in straw-tick bed in a one-room shanty in the middle of winter on the prairie - I was just lying in a very nice bed in a well-insulated house in the spring time.  And I didn't have scalding hot irons wrapped in flannels... I just had a hot, naked baby that wanted to touch my skin all night.

Other than that, it was pretty much exactly the same,
Bora.