Sick

My poor little Ayla is sick. :( It's only the second time ever that she has not felt well, so for that, we are very lucky...but it still stinks. I hate seeing her like this.

On Monday night, she slept very poorly...up and down for about four hours in the middle of the night. We thought it was still related to teething, but in the morning she woke up with an awful-sounding cough. She developed a fever and a runny nose so we brought her in to see Dr.Davey in the afternoon. I wouldn't be as worried if we weren't flying to Ohio next Tuesday for Thanksgiving. I wanted to make sure it wasn't something we really needed to worry about. Of course, it turned out to be some nasty virus that we don't have a miraculous cure for.

She knew where we were once the nurse came in and shut the door. Smart girl. And then Dr.Davey had to check her ears...not good. She was furious. She ended up throwing up because she was so upset (which I figured she would) all over him, my mom, and me. I'm so glad my mom was there because I was near tears while I had to hold Ayla down, so she took over for me.

We cranked up her humidifier, gave her a shot of baby Motrin and put her to bed with our fingers crossed that all three of us would get a better night's sleep. She whimpered a few times but slept all the way through, thank goodness.

This morning, she still has a runny nose but her fever has gone down, which is great. She sounds pretty congested but is in good spirits. I hope we can knock this thing out before we head out of town. I'm already super nervous about our flight out *with a FOUR-HOUR layover* in Chicago. Yikes. And she being sick does not help me feel any better about it all. Wish us luck.