Lena and I tried to take a smiling picture to send to her daddy this morning, but it was kind of difficult for her to perk up into a grin. She’s had a low-grade fever for over 24 hours now, a fever which first came to my attention yesterday when she took a five hour nap. Epic. This morning she also threw up all her breakfast and medicine all over both of us. Anyway, now that her mama is aware what her hot forehead and general droopiness indicate, we’re learning that grape-flavored infant Tylenol is kinda yummy and have been reading stacks of books, snuggling in bed (unusual for this typically non-snuggling baby), and taking it easy for a few days.
Elliott and I are hoping little L can kick this thing, because she and I leave on Saturday morning for the States. (Elliott has a mandatory work conference and so can’t come with us.) We’ll be home for my dear friend Abi’s wedding… such a cause for celebration! However, I’ve already been dreading the solo plane flight with an active 12-month-old who doesn’t like to sleep. What will I do with a sick 12-month-old?
Prayers and advice would be appreciated right now. Also, friends, if you’ll be around the D.C. area these next couple weeks, let me know. Lena and I would love to see you!