Braska is sick. This is the first time, except for last April's dehydration/rotavirus, that she's been sick, of any kind. It's amazing. And it's horrible that we're there now. She has been miserable since just after I put her to bed last night, around 9:30pm. She wouldn't sleep without being held all night, waking often to squirm and cry, screaming each time I tried to sneak her onto the bed with me or into the pack n'play. I'm thinking it's a stomach thing, but she's got a fever too. I stayed up with her til 4 am, snoozing a few minutes while sitting up, when she woke up Grandma C with a scream. Then Grandma was nice enough to cuddle her and keep her sleeping so I could grab a few hours of sleep myself. Big thanks to Grandma C!
So today we'll sit and rock and hope she can sleep it off soon. We've got the house to ourselves as Grandma and Grandpa went to work, so we'll just have a quiet day. I was just now able to set her down for the first time since last night, and she stayed asleep in a big fluffy blanket on the couch. We'll see how long it lasts, but I best run to the bathroom while I can. I've never seen her like this, but I guess this is what sick one-year-olds do.
Your prayers are appreciated. I'm feeling less than great and hope I don't end up with whatever it is as well. Someone be sure to enjoy this Midwest warm up today for us!