This sweet girl is sick. Again.
She's got her second round of croup this season. She's sniffly and sneezy and goopy and exhausted. In the last three days, sleep has only come to her when Bryan or I have held her, which means we are also exhausted. On Saturday night I finally put her in her bed at 4AM, too tired to hold her. She rapidly cruised the perimeter of her bed, while talking loudly and banging on the wall every time she came to it, for forty-five minutes. Have I mentioned she doesn't get grumpy-tired so much as zany-tired?
Good news though, I think she may have turned a corner. She's still sick, but her face isn't quite as puffy as it was yesterday. And the fever she's run for several days was much lower today. She had enough energy that she wanted to play, but she was still sick enough that when Peter picked her up for a snuggle before Family Home Evening tonight, she sat with him for a few minutes, leaning her tired head on his arm.
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Poor sweet baby Sophie. I hope she gets well soon.
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