Miss Buggy D has been under the weather. And it stinks.
It started with a fever that I was certain (CERTAIN) was caused by teething. It slowly escalated higher over a few days. Monday brought a trip to the doctor with no definitive answers...probably a virus beginning to rear its ugly head. Well it happened. The Roseola virus bit my bug. I don't like it. Not. One. Bit.
It's a funny thing when your kids don't feel well. For years when we weren't planning on having kids I was always one of those people who said "If I had kids, I wouldn't be a panic about sickness. Kids get sick. Deal." Well, I still feel that way - I truly don't stress out about being around germs, friends with runny noses (though I do steer away from the pukies...)but gosh, when my kidlets are under the weather I just fall to pieces. I want so bad to take away the yucky.
I just want my smiley bug back. I miss the spunk. I miss her giggle. I miss her.
Feel better baby bug. Mommy loves you.
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