Get Well Soon

Dear Sophia,


You aren't feeling well. Just take a look at any one of our faces (mine, daddy's, yours...) and it's clear that something is off at our house. You had a really high fever yesterday. Well, high, but not so scary high that I needed to react the way I did. I might have woken daddy up immediately and instructed him to call the hospital. I might have had scary images in my head of tiny little hospital gowns. I should have waited twenty minutes for the Tylenol to kick in before having a panic attack, but you are my tiny baby and it was scary.

I have never understood why babies cry when they're sleepy. My goodness, I guess logic says that by 8 months old you would've figured out that if you'd just close those pretty peepers you'd soon nod off into dreamland... I guess logic also says that on the nights that I'm super tired I would go to bed when you do, rather than spending an hour and a half wandering around picking up and watching mindless TV. I guess we already have a few things in common.

Please feel better soon. I'm glad your fever is down, but you're not all the way there yet and I hate to see you so sad. You are truly one of the happiest babies I have ever met and it breaks my heart to see those tears running down your face. I miss seeing your smile. Please get well soon.


Love,
Mama