Saturday, December 27, 2014

Plans... let me laugh about that one

Remember Wednesday when I wrote about our Christmas Eve plans? We were going to go see Santa and have breakfast at Drew's office and spend the evening at my aunt and uncle's house.

Yeah, none of that happened.

Fynn had a cough on Monday, that developed into a cough and fever on Tuesday and on Wednesday she was still a mess. We thought about going anyway... she wasn't that sick, but about 5 minutes down the road we realized that we were being stupid and turned around to come home. Fynn was heartbroken. All she wanted was to go to Daddy's work and see Santa, but she really was just too sick to go. She and I spent the morning cuddling and resting and at noon Drew came home with a gift from Santa who missed seeing her, but hoped she was feeling better soon.

That didn't happen either.

We decided not to go to Christmas Eve at my aunt and uncles in an attempt to get Fynn to bed early and get a good night's sleep.

Guess what? That didn't happen either. 

She was up half the night coughing, fussing, and just feeling miserable. We felt awful (and tired) but there wasn't anything we could do except try to make her feel comfortable and get as much sleep as we all could. 

Christmas day was a mix of great and not-so-great. Some times she was her usual self, and then she was hacking away, grumpy and tired. Christmas night was the worst. She was up most of the night coughing and miserable. At 1:30 she woke up starving and we desperatly tried to find something for her to eat. She hadn't eaten much over the last couple of days, so we weren't surprised that she was so hungry, but she wasn't interested in eating anything we had. An hour later we snuggled back in bed again, but the rest of the night was anything but restful. 

Friday morning she woke up in a much better mood, which is where we're at now. She's been her usual self, though a little grouchier than usual due to being tired. She's been eating more and more and playing. I'm hoping that this turn around will continue, there's nothing worse than a sick kid. 

1 comment:

  1. Poor girl! Being sick on Christmas is the worst. Reagan caught a cold right before Christmas last year, and the year before that she came down with a stomach bug on Christmas day! I hate how germ filled winter is. I'm glad she's feeling better!

    ReplyDelete

The best part of blogging is hearing from my readers, so share your thoughts and ideas... or just say "hi"!

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...