A sad, sick day

When we put Hope to bed on Friday night, it was pretty clear that she wasn't feeling well. By Saturday morning, she was burning up with fever and completely without energy. We spent about three hours doing this:



Just cuddling up, petting Betsy, and singing Christmas carols.

The doctor diagnosed a terrible upper respiratory infection, gave her antibiotics, and sent us home to drink fluids and rest. All three of us spent the afternoon in a pile watching 'Elmo in Grouchland' and just trying to make Hope comfortable. Happily, her fever broke during the night sometime, and she's been pretty much back to normal ever since. Thank God!