sick kiddo (again)

As it turns out, it never gets any easier seeing your child sick. I should know; we're on round three in 13 months and I'm just as close to tears (and ripping my hair out one strand at a time due to zero sleep) as I was the first time she got sick.

Not sure what it is this time-she has a red throat, a stuffy/runny nose, and a nasty little cough. The doctor told me that she'd give it 24 hours and she figured it would either be much better or much worse. I felt like saying, "Really?! I wasn't aware there was a third option." But I thought better of it and attributed my mental sarcasm to lack of sleep. She didn't earn herself any brownie points with me when she asked me if I was pregnant (in her possible defense: I think (and hope!) she asked this because I was SO hot dancing around in that tiny room that was so hot-my cheeks were red). So pray that she is better tomorrow or we are going to have a long, painful, and sad Christmas celebration with family.

And speaking of Christmas celebrations, ours has been abruptly changed by just a day and I feel the need to panic as I look at my house and realize that I have nothing packed. Add to that the fact that I am stuck on the couch with a sick little one who won't let me put her down, and I actually don't know how I am ever going to get things done.

With our plans all thrown out of whack, I am not sure that I will be getting much sleep in the next few days either. Pray for my sanity as I combine that with a restless, clingy child.

Also, I must note how special it is to me that even though my baby is so sick she keeps giving me endless kisses, all complete with the "mwah" sound. What a sweet girl!