Second day in a row I have been up at 4:00 a.m. As in, up for the day.
Anyone who tells me I need to cut back on my caffeine intake can go jump off a bridge.
Yesterday when I got home (Zoey was thankfully home all day with a babysitter instead of going to daycare), I could tell the minute I walked in the door that something was not quite right with her. She immediately layed her head on my shoulder and turned to the sitter and said "bye bye". Poor baby felt like she was on fire. I took her temperature--102.7. No good. After a dose of Motrin it came down to 101, then after some Tylenol it came down to 99.6. She rallied enough to eat some dinner and play a bit before passing out at 9 p.m.
And, at 4:30, we were up again, on fire again, feeling crappy again.
Motrin. Cool bath. Juice. Curious George book, read repeatedly.
And now, at just past 7:30 a.m., I am hoping she will just drop from sheer exhaustion, so that I can drop from sheer exhaustion. But it's not looking promising.
1 comment:
Awww, poor thing and poor you. I hope she is feeling better soon.
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