i got a call yesterday mid-morning from MIL, who wanted to let me know that the bean was listless and running a low-grade fever. sadness. we've been really lucky with her - she's rarely sick and still manages to stay cheerful on those rare occasions when she is under the weather.
and sure enough, when i arrived home, i could hear her chatting and laughing as i walked up the stairs. she'd gotten a dose of ibuprofen, was eating lunch, and was mostly her merry self. see?
but as the afternoon wore on, the meds wore off and she got cranky and drowsy. i managed to get her to fall asleep for a little while, and we went about our usual routine.
it was a restless night, though. she couldn't get comfortable and tossed and turned and cried through most of it, and it was tough. i just wanted to take it all away, but there was nothing i could do but hold her and murmur that everything would be okay. i was so sad to leave for work this morning with her still feeling like crap.
let's just say that i'm starting my day off with a big ass iced drink from starbucks.