Bean woke up at 3AM coughing and sneezing, poor little mouse. I reached over to check her temperature and was greeted by a warm gush of liquid. Yikes! Had her diaper come loose?!
I flipped on the light, and Bean had spit up about a half gallon of Grade A boob milk. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes and gave me a gummy smile. She just melts me...
As soon as the office opened, I called her pediatrician. The nurse told me that she didn't need to come in unless she started to run a fever. Luckily, she doesn't have one and isn't too fussy. It breaks my heart that she doesn't feel well, though.
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The first cought... poor little baby and poor big mom, it's hard thought, this first time the baby gets ill v.v
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