Y'all know that David and I have gone to great lengths to keep Amelia safe and healthy. Everyone within a 2 mile radius has to Purell before breathing. If you've been sick OR been around anyone that's been sick, you can't come around for 72 hours. If you smoke, you have to wear something over you or change shirts before holding Amelia. You must rub your head while patting your belly while spelling, "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" and knock three times before entering a room....You get the drift. Well, irony of all ironies, WE are the ones that gave her a flippin' cold!!! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, God has a sense of humor.
We're all three croupy and coughy, thanks to David. He started snorting and hacking last week, staying holed up in our bedroom away from Amelia. It didn't work. She started coughing Saturday evening and I woke up feeling like I had been ran over 45 times by a Mack truck this morning. Maybe that 46th time would've left me laying... OH well.
David took Amelia for her Synagis shots for RSV today and THINK she weighed 16 pounds, 6 ounces (they didn't measure her length). She had a little temperature of 96.6 but her lungs were perfectly clear. Whew! Please, please, please keep us in your prayers. We're a sad bunch! lol
Amelia's Early Intervention appointment was rescheduled until next Wednesday so there's nothing to update there.
I'm going to swallow some cough syrup, check in Amelia and hit the hay. Have a good night!