I've been on a writing kick the last couple weeks, but I still had trouble focusing. Earlier this week, I hunkered down on something new and it clicked. In two days I wrote 14 pages, which is epic considering my recent writer's block.
Then Emory got sick and nothing was written today. Well, a few lines, and some editing, but Missy Pants comes first. She's got a fever ranging between 100.9 and 102.0, and neither Tylenol, nor Motrin will bring it down. She's coughed maybe a handful of times, but nothing consistent and nothing that sounds serious. Her nose ran a couple times, too, but all clear. Other than that, she's actually in really good mood. She crawled around after me in the bedroom while I put up laundry and pulled up on everything she could - including the back of jeans. She ate all her food, drank all her booby milk, no throwing up or diarrhea, and no outward sign of a headache or light sensitivity.
The only thing that bothered me was right before bed, we were holding off on her bedtime boob until the Husband came out of the bathroom. She'd already had a jar of half frozen apple sauce and some finger snacks, so she wasn't starving. Suddenly, she started jumping up and down in my lap and crying unless I stood up with her. While I was standing, she'd alternate between straining her legs and crying, and then laughing and panting at the same time. She really didn't appear to be having any trouble breathing, like chest heaving or anything, but something was definitely up. After he came out, I fed her and she kept doing it. It almost looked like a caffeine high, but when I put her to bed, she rolled over and fell asleep without any fuss.
I woke her up again a few minutes ago, checked her fever, gave her meds and boobified her again before putting her down. Here's hoping it doesn't last. *fingers crossed*
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