So we had taken her to the doctor's office on Tuesday, and they told us she had a common virus that would go away on it's own. Now, after she's been up for 4 hours (it's 4:22 am), I've come to the conclusion on my own (you did know I was a doctor, right?....just kidding) that she's got bronchitis. Symptoms? Fever, cough, wheezing, shortness of breath, difficulty breathing, runny nose, along with leftover diarrhea, and REALLY pink cheeks. It's pretty upsetting to say because we are supposed to be headed to Montana for a family get together for Labor day weekend...as WELL AS HER BIRTHDAY PARTY. 36 hours from now. I want to take her in to the ER right now just to get her started on treatment. But I know what Brad will say..."Just relax, she's fine at this point, not doing bad enough to rush her in. The doctors office will be open in 3.5 hours." And he's right. But I just worry SO MUCH!
So here I am. I just put her to bed, and now I'm waiting to make sure she falls asleep and doesn't just sit in there talking/playing/banging the wall.
You want to hear the funniest thing? *(SO NOT THE FUNNY THOUGH)* She's not been sick in months, and you want to know why? She's not been going to nursery! She went this past Sunday...AND BAM!!! She's sick! That's obviously saying something...
Amanda

