Sick Lil Punkin

Georgia and I didn't make it to church this morning. (Insert sad sigh.) I always look forward to Sunday mornings at church. But Georgie-girl is sick, and I didn't want any mad mommies after me for infecting their kids. She has a nasty cough and a runny nose. I don't know how she could have gotten sick. I keep things pretty clean around here (I think) and though I know babies just get sick, I have this mom-paranoia that I am somehow to blame. And I am second guessing myself about not going to the doctor. I didn't want to run to the office for a cold that I thought would pass, but it's been pretty persistent and the guilt is starting to set in.

Last night I woke up to her coughing. I went to check on her even though she wasn't crying. She was just laying there holding her blankie, wide awake. So sad! I knew she would breathe better upright, so we rocked in the chair until she fell asleep. We did this a couple of times throughout the night.

Georgia isn't much of a fusser, but during the day she has turned it on full throttle. I think she's whined more in the last two days than she did the whole first year of her life! But she's still a pretty easy patient. With lots of cuddles and a few toys, she'll flash you the sweetest smile through her red-rimmed eyes and snot-dripping nose. If she's not noticeably improved by tomorrow, we will make an appointment.