Making The Call

Little Lily came down with what seemed like a cold last night. No biggie. It stuck with her this morning and throughout the day, resulting in the most pitiful little soggy angel face you could ever imagine. Poor little thing was leaking from her nose, drooling out the mouth (then again - she always does that) and her usually sparkling eyes had this funny glazed-over look to them. Pretty cute actually. Like a Basset Hound. Anyway, long story short (too late) things took a turn for the worst around 7:30 when she spiked a fever and re-enacted a famous scene from The Exorcist as we were welcoming Daddy home from his trip (welcome home, Honey!). Tonight, for the first time, we paged the good doctor.

Now, having a nurse for a mama has really been a blessing. We've had fevers before without issue, so when Kiki tells us to call the doc - we call the doc. Lily is sleeping now and will hopefully sleep most of this away within a day or so. This is not a particularly exciting event (after all, fevers and throw-up are kind of a given when it comes to babies) nor is anyone overly concerned; but again, this acts as our baby book and I want to make sure every "first" is documented. Necessary? Absolutely! Silly? Very.