When my eight-month-old spiked a 104°F fever, my mother-in-law laughed, “It’s only teething.” My husband told me I was panicking. But then my seven-year-old looked up and said, “I know who did this.”…When Emma’s thermometer beeped 104°F, Sarah’s stomach dropped. Her eight-month-old daughter’s cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy, and her tiny chest heaved with every breath. “It’s just teething,” her mother-in-law, Linda, said, sipping coffee like she’d seen it all before. “My boys always ran hot when their teeth came in.”
Sarah wanted to believe that. But she’d spent the night holding Emma, feeling the heat radiate through the blanket, watching…