Wish a Kiss Could Make Everything Better

Well, Baby Brigid is rounding the corner of her illness I think, although she's still not herself. The doctor on Thursday said she had the rotovirus, which essentially is something a lot of babies get this time of year that produces things to flow from just about every oraface of the body. The throwing up has stopped but the pooping continues, at least it did through yesterday. I haven't changed a blow-out yet today. As a result of this, her sleeping has also been affected, so she's waking in the middle of the night wanting to come into bed for boob. Last night I lasted as long as I could listening to her scream on the monitor before giving in and getting her. Poor baby, she was wet with sweat from screaming. I guess some things you just have to use your intuition for and know your baby needs you. Unlike the events of last week, when I let her cry it out and she was covered in her own vomit. Live and learn.

The last few days have been gloriously warm and sunny, so Jack took the baby for a walk in the school yard yesterday. He must have really worn her out because she had a two-hour nap as a result. I only hope the weather holds so she can really get outside and run around. Right now, she's only had a few moments of freedom outside. The other two are loving it because it means more time on their bikes or using sidewalk chalk or running around the playground of the schoolyard. It also means shorts to school -- today and tomorrow are supposed to be in the high 70s or low 80s. Hurray!

Jack's leg is still excruciatingly painful and we're hoping the results of the MRI come soon. He's not holding out any hope for any kind of conclusion. I hope for his sake they can figure something out, because having mystery pain to deal with is no fun -- for anyone. The doctors hate it because they can't make you go away. You hate it because the doctors look at you like you're nutty and want you to go away. So they treat the symptoms without knowing what's causing the pain. It's discouraging and depressing.

But on a better note, Brigid has been kissing like crazy, in fact, last night, she went to kiss Daddy goodbye when he had to go back to work and she walked right from him to the antique sewing machine cabinet and gave it a kiss as well. So much for the weight of kisses. Everyone and everything deserves to be kissed because she loves everything. Makes you feel kind of special.