Whew! Three days of fevers, stuffy noses, and no sleep – I woke up (and I’m using the term “woke up pretty loosely, you could say I stumbled into consciousness) with Avery at 7am. After a third full night of crying, screaming sadness. We had to go cold turkey on the pacifier at 4am since she couldn’t breathe with it in. It took 40 minutes for her to stop screaming after I took it out – heart breaking…
So, back to 7am – I found myself lying on the living room floor in the fetal position begging the universe for more sleep while my daughter played quietly by herself. And there was something about this picture I just couldn’t take. We were both awake, and the day was here, so I better put on my big-mama pants get on it with. I told Avery if she would get a coffee with me and help me with the laundry we could go see the fish at the aquarium. Of course, she is such a good girl and happily agreed. (Oh, and she is feeling much better today! And no more pacifiers at all!)
