My sweet sweet sweet babe, on my breast, drinking, coughing aging again. She woke up, sat up, crying, sputtering, threw up all over me and herself...oddly enough only one tiny spot on the bed. In the tub, middle of the night, mind you, Freddie slept through it all.
So much plehgm. She trying to sleep but wakes and cries out. She's tired and a little hungry. She needs comfort. I hold her and her tiny hand touches mine. We will see the doctor tomorrow. Now I'm drifting.