It's heartbreaking when your little ones get sick--especially when they can't tell you what's wrong. Poor River caught a cold and hasn't been herself for the last week. She had a low grade fever just over a week ago, but it went away with some tylenol and sleep, so we didn't think much of it. Then she started to get really clingy, and her nose started running. Then she had a rough sounding cough. We finally took her in just to find out that it is only a cold with a mild sore throat. Nothing to do but wait it out. Meanwhile, she's been attached to me like glue, and even then pretty miserable. It is so hard because I can't just lie around and cuddle with her the way I wish I could. I guess that is one of the biggest differences between your first child and any other. With Zuri, when she got sick, I was able to devote all my attention to her, but with River, I have Zuri and Kai who also need me. It's the hardest thing to have to put River down and have her cling to my leg, crying, because I need to do something with Kai--even if it is just for a few seconds. My hat is off to parents with a lot of children, because I don't know how they do it.
This weekend she has finally started feeling better, although her appetite still hasn't completely returned. It's good to see her cute little personality returning. Here's hoping for a speedy recovery!
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