A sick baby

She seemed fine at AWANA and afterwards when they got to stay up as late as they wanted for winning the quiet game on the way home in the car.  But in the wee hours of the morning, I realized the little heat source that I was quite enjoying snuggling up next to me had a fever.  Poor little baby, her mommy is like umm, warmth, let me snuggle up to this and she's like yikes I'm sick.

So every two hours, she woke up crying, cuddling, rocking, walks around the room got her to settle down and back to sleep.  A little medicine, some water, and then an ice pack for the lip that was bruised days before, and I was rewarded with a sleeping baby.

She was resting on the sofa when Rowan and I went to ballet, but when we came back I had a crying baby who wanted to be picked up and held.  My mom thought it was a con, saying she had been sitting on the sofa chillin' before I walked in.  Could be a con, could not be?  I'll err on the side of caution and say it isn't, is that she doesn't feel good again or that as awesome as Omas are they aren't your mommy.

We stayed home yesterday and she was up playing, even ate a little, guzzled down her medicine juice, as she calls it, aka pedia lite, and some medicine.  We were on the road to recovery.  She didn't wake up once on Saturday night.  A little 24 hour bug thing, or so I thought until I noticed her left eye was a little bloodshot and yep, she felt warm, the fever was back.  It goes away, it comes back. 

So here it is 3AM, I should be sleep especially since we're back to waking up crying, like she is starting to do now.  I'm so thankfully that I have healthy children and this illness thing happens about once a year.  And I try to isolate the others cause I don't need a houseful of sick ones.

Though two years ago, God was so gracious and made us all sick at once.  What a blessing to come home from work with no energy, bathe people, and put them to bed cause everyone was too tired and too sick to eat.  I don't think I could have warmed food and cleaned a kitchen to save my life those days.  Oh, the things, we are grateful for.  Pre-mommyhood, I don't ever think I would have thought three kids being sick at once while I was sick as a good thing.

She's stopped whimpering, so I should rest in case at 4AM, she gets up again.  Let's pray I don't get sick and neither do the other two or Oma.  Let's pray, she's better tomorrow she can celebrate her birthday in style.  I'm thinking she might miss the MLK parade today, we'll see.