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January 8, 2006

Poor Baby

Frances was up sick on Wednesday night.

Erik was sick all Friday night.

So in the normal order of things, I'd be up all Sunday night, right?

Except that instead, Frances is sick again--feverish, crying, throwing up. From 4:30 on she only wanted to be snuggled and held. She almost fell asleep in my arms at 6:30, when Daddy was out getting her some special juice (pedialyte), and then as soon as she'd had that and her tylenol--she fell asleep on Daddy's shoulder at 7:15.

This sounds peaceful, and it was; but the whole body projectile vomits over the master bathroom were not. Nor was the sobbing every time she felt another bout coming on.

My poor baby. I'd gladly take it for her--especially since she already had her turn.


Posted by Andrea at January 8, 2006 7:49 PM under Beanie Baby Brags

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Oh the poor Sweetness. Give her a big hug and kiss from me.

Posted by: liz at January 8, 2006 8:56 PM

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Oh no! Hope is it short lived, whatever it is. Hopefully a good night sleep will help it go away.

Posted by: nancy at January 8, 2006 11:49 PM

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Oh that isn't fair, she was improving. I hope she feels better soon--that everyone in your home can be healthy.

Posted by: Running2Ks at January 9, 2006 12:39 AM

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poor angel

Posted by: yankee transplant at January 9, 2006 9:09 AM

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Go Berserk




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