My son has not allowed me to rest, he does not stay still and he does not stop crying.

"Isn't the baby very fussy?" Randon frowns, my baby's crying frightens him. That’s what I see when I look at his face.

“Yes, he always gets angry and so on, but now he's much more sensitive and uncomfortable,” I take out my breast to feed him, but he just doesn't want to grab it, “I don't know what to do anymore. It's not the diaper, it's not the clothes, not the heat,” I get up to rock him.

"Daughter, check for fever." My mother hands me the thermometer, I place it...