Poor baby

It had to happen eventually. Eowyn is sick for the first time. She had the sniffles when we had a season change, which seemed to be from the change of humidity at night, because she'd wake up stuffy but it went away during the day, no fever or anything. Well, today she has it all. The poor thing is throwing up, has a fever and is visibly sick. She's been a trooper, but I feel so bad for her. She just lays in our arms letting out a fussy whimper. She gets a bit of energy for about 1 hour when the Tylenol has kicked in and before it starts to wear off, but overall she's just a sad little girl. She was particularly sad when despite using all the signs and words she knows to procure a beverage or some food, were met with explanations of how her tummy was too sad to put anything in it.

I guess this is what it feels like to be a mom. Being willing to do whatever it takes to make it all better, and being unable to do anything.

Here is the sweet sick baby girl cuddled on my shoulder.