I called my daughter’s day care twice last week. As I dialed, I tried to convince myself I was calling to check on a rash — at least, that’s how I wanted it to sound. I could hear the panic in my voice as I asked to be transferred to the baby room. My heart raced. I held my breath waiting for confirmation that my little pumpkin was OK.
Learn More: 2012-07-16-siobhan-mcandrew-columnPosted on Monday, July 16th, 2012 at 8:36 pm in category Heat Stroke, Latest News