Pitiful
So the official diagnosis is pneumonia, but because Dr. H thinks it's viral, we're holding off on an antibiotic. When he asked me if I was okay with waiting for a day or two to see if she starts to feel better on her own, I wanted to ask him if he were okay with coming to spend a couple of days at my house so that I could get some sleep, but decided that wasn't appropriate. So, we're waiting. And she is most definitely not better yet. I'd like to say that I'm the epitome of motherly compassion, but since I pulled out the camera when she plopped down right in front of the door and started sobbing (yet again) because of her finger prick, I'm clearly not.
And, by the way, she's had a popsicle, 1/2 granola bar and an orange in the last 48 hours. Good thing she's got all that extra weight on her to lose (insert eye roll here).
And, by the way, she's had a popsicle, 1/2 granola bar and an orange in the last 48 hours. Good thing she's got all that extra weight on her to lose (insert eye roll here).
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You're melting my heart...
Feel better soon, sweet girl.