Kenly came down with her first official cold on Monday. I took her to the doctor because her cough sounded really croupy. It turns out she just has your run-of-the-mill cold. A fever, cold symptoms, and cough syrup do not make a pretty combination in our 8-month-old. First off, 1/4 teaspoon of Robitussin (recommended by the doctor) made Kenly act like the Energizer Bunny from about 10:00-1:00 on Monday night. I don't think I've ever seen her move so fast. Her nose is pouring snot, and she fights me tooth and nail any time a tissue comes near her face. All in all, she doesn't understand why she feels so crappy. I can't explain that she won't feel this way forever. All I can do is hold her while she cries in the middle of the night. Last night I was up from 10:00-1:00 again, and to top it all off, I think I'm getting her cold.
Even with snot pouring down her face, she is still the cutest thing I've seen in my entire life.
Even though I'm amazingly sleep deprived, I can help but want to hold her and make her feel all better.
Adam is coming home early today. Have I mentioned that I married an amazing man? I started crying at about 4:00AM this morning after getting up with Kenly again. He just took it upon himself to take a half day and cancel and appointment that we had for this afternoon. I didn't even have to ask.
We're living in a house of contagion, but we're fighting through it together. How could I ask for more?