Neurotic Mommy Syndrome

This morning I noticed that Little Guy just wasn't himself. He didn't have his normal hoover-like appetite and he was acting really clingy. One trip to the thermometer confirmed my fears, he had a fever. 101.1, nothing too scary, but me being me...well...I switched straight into mild freak out mode. See he's only been sick once before, aside from the debacle when he was born of course. I called my mom, I texted Nickel because she has three kids, I told T.G. about my concerns. T.G. said it sounded like he had a little bug, and to watch him. Nickel said it sounded like a little bug, and to watch him. My mom said it sounded like a little bug, and to watch him.
So I watched him.
One hour later he was turning into a noodle-baby and his temperature had gone up to 101.5. I called Nickel, because she is the Queen of All Things Feverish in Children. Her son has something called Periodic Fever Syndrome and what she doesn't know about fevers would fit on a tic tac with room for cliff notes. She said it was still nothing to worry about, but to keep and eye on him and to push fluids. After I hung up with her I called my mom to give her a progress report and she said the same thing. Little Guy is currently sleeping, and I'm watching him on the monitor screen to make sure there are no seizures or anything. Nickel said seizures would be a symptom she considers capital B bad, not that I wouldn't have realized they were bad, but I hadn't thought of them before she said that. So now I'm watching for them. Yeah, I'm totally neurotic. I admit it. I've come to terms with my worry-wart self. This whole mommy business still has daily surprises for me since I've only got Little Guy and literally no previous experience with children under two. Truthfully, I've gotten much better. I let him play in the yard and pick up grass and dirt. I let him eat goldfish and cheerios without helicoptering about him waiting for the choking to ensue. If his nuk falls on the floor, I don't frantically sterilize it anymore. He gets smooched by the dogs without me feeling the need to wash their kisses off. Two weeks ago he stayed in the church nursery without me. I'm learning and growing and chilling out.
But...
I'm still nervous about him being sick. So my little noodle-baby is sleeping right now, and I'm watching him like a hawk and helicopter rolled up into one. I bet Nickel can hear my propeller across the West End.