However that night, Pebble (and I) had the worst nights sleep that she’s had since she was a newborn. Her cough kept waking her up, and I barely got my head laid before I was up again to give her a cuddle and calm her back to sleep.
Sunday dawned to both Paul and I with aches, chills and sore throats. Pebble was still coughing, wheezing and blowing snot bubbles, but thankfully otherwise happy. Paul and I slept when she slept, and barely left the couch all day. Sadly, this meant an end to Sunday night’s plans for dinner with friends. It was so frustrating because it’s hard enough to get a time when everyone is free, and now we were missing out.
Sunday night I went to bed determined to wake up well. I told myself that I was going to be just fine in the morning, and that I’m not getting sick this time. Just like that.
After another awful night with poor coughing Pebble, I woke up feeling quite alright (!). Paul was not well (he didn’t even get up to watch Australia in the World Cup!!!) but I was ok, and Pebble was in a sunny mood (but still coughing).
I decided that Pebble and I would keep our family lunch date at my brother’s house. I was determined to go! I dressed Pebble up in a gorgeous little outfit, packed her nappy bag, dressed myself up, and waited for her to wake from her morning nap before leaving.
Pebble woke up. Cried. Grizzled. Squealed. Wriggled. Squirmed. Cried some more. She wouldn’t feed properly on the breast and kept on squealing (almost comically, if the poor dear wasn’t so sick). We decided to give her a bottle and some panadol, but she threw all of both back up after a massive coughing fit.
I tried to convince myself that she was ok, that we could still go …. but the mama guilt kicked in (and common sense) and I called off our outing. *pout*
Here’s sad little Pebble having a cuddle with Daddy this afternoon. She is not the cuddly type, and is definitely not herself.
Doesn’t she just break your heart?Did you Point and Shoot?