After 18 months of seemingly endless health (sans our little side trip to the redi clinic at MCO International Airport), we seem to be going through a phase of seemingly endless snot. Apologies for being so blunt, but it is what it is and there IS a lot of it. You’re a trooper through this though, you are clearly miserable and you look at me with the puppy dog eyes and the slight pout but you don’t complain. Oh, sure, sometimes you’ll get frustrated with being sick and announce how much you don’t like being sick by dropping to the floor, hiney in the air, head buried in the carpet, but even then, when tears well up in your eyes and you look at me to solve the one thing that I can’t so easily solve, you are still just a little girl who wants to be held. You now readily accept Mr Kleenex a part of your daily routine and have even offered your own attempts at “blowing” said green stuff into a tissue.
During this setback, you like snuggling and, when energy permits, playing monkeys on the ipad or mommy's phone. You don’t want to eat too much, you’ve really lessened your requests for dairy, and you continue to sleep like a champ at night even when the occasional coughing spell comes to visit. You even spent a few nights propped up in mommy and daddy’s bed, but we made sure you didn’t acclimate “too” well.
And even when you’re so sick that I can hear you breathing two rooms away, you still manage to quietly play away and entertain yourself. I’ll try to recant this when I don’t feel particularly well and I get cranky and want to bite off someone’s head at a moment’s notice. I’ll remember how you just accept the illness as inconsequential in the grand scheme of things and trust that this too shall pass. Believe it or not, I learn a lot from you too, this parenting thing isn’t a one way street.
Get well, my little girl.
