Sara has been a toaster box. I haven't actually taken her temperature. Baby thermometers aren't very reliable (at least the one I have) in my opinion. And there is little chance of me rushing a feverish baby to the ER. (I learned my lessons well that the ER doesn't care about fevers unless there are other symptoms. Chase once had a fever of 106 and after waiting two hours to be seen they sent us home because he was still smiling) So we are just trying to get her comfortably through it.
We are keeping her drugged up on Tylenol and Motrin. But poor thing is even too miserable to sleep. She just lays in her bed moaning. And eventually I go in and get her and she falls right a sleep on my shoulder, leaving me to sweat out the next hour or so trying to be still and doing absolutely nothing at all.
Anyway...I'm sure all of you, my "Mommy" friends are saying, "been there and done that." We all know how it goes. But I though this picture of Sara summed everything up realistically, for her sake I can't say nicely.