Definitely sick. Last night we’d just sat down for dinner (our own private turkey feast so we could have the leftovers all this coming week) when Bella came into the room and started circling the table, whining (she’d already had her dinner while we were still cooking). Soon she declared: “Bath! Fishies! Wash!” and ran to the bathroom and started tugging at the shower curtain.
Dom went to run the water while I finished eating. Then we put her down to bed around 6:30 or so. More than an hour early.
Tonight more of the same. It was about six and she’d only picked at her dinner, taking one or two bites. Hardly ate all day poor thing. But she came into the kitchen whining and when I took her on my lap to ask what was wrong she snuggled into my shoulder and sobbed. Again she led me to the tub and so I decided to give her a bath and put her to bed. She almost fell asleep while sitting on my lap waiting for the tub to fill and again while Dom was drying her off and putting on her diaper after the bath. She was sound asleep in my arms before we finished bedtime prayers.
She’s got a cough and a runny nose, a little wheeze to her breath sometimes. And I think her ear might hurt, she was tugging at it this afternoon when she woke up early from her nap, screaming inconsolably for twenty minutes or so. We even let her watch Finding Nemo this afternoon to help distract her from how bad she felt. Not that she really watches. Just plays in the living room and occasionally looks up at the television and exclaims about the fishies and blows kisses at them.
I just fall to pieces when she’s obviously feeling pain or discomfort and there’s nothing I can do about it, when even being held and rocked won’t soothe her crying. My poor baby girl.