Oh...My...God...Isla's first cold about did me in. What are we gonna do when she breaks a bone or gets chicken pox? It's so hard watching them be uncomfortable with a fever and cough, but Isla was still sweet as ever and hardly fussed. Where did this baby come from? Michael's a complete weiny when he's sick and I just sleep for days. That's why Papa Timmy nicknamed her smiley. I guess I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth...
Is this not the happiest sick kid you've ever seen?
Isla was up several nights coughing so we set her co-sleeper up in our bed. Here's me PRAYING that she has finally fallen asleep with the aid of Infant Tylenol. But no, she would be smiling at me waiting to play...at 3AM! Notice the bedside table covered with baby Vick's rub, an aspirator, saline drops....you name we bought it. 
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