The House Of Ick

Ick. That is how we're all feeling over here.

After several weeks of feeling slightly under the weather, the babe developed a rather sad little cough, which means that no one is sleeping and everyone is miserable.

I've been up the last two nights with her, running a hot shower & sitting in the steam, breathing in eucalyptus and rosemary, nursing like mad & trying to help her fall back asleep. Today we bought a fancy vapourizer for our bedroom.

Poor lass. Poor mama.

My whole being aches.

Physically, I ache. Emotionally, I ache for my little girl and her stuffed nose & her poor little cough.

If I were to post a photo of myself tonight you would see baggier-than-usual eyes, a pale face, mussed up hair & a somewhat vacant expression. Instead, I'll share a photo of Gretchen, at Starbucks, post doctor's appointment this afternoon:



She's such a good sport.

It looks as though we've probably just fighting a virus -- nothing too serious -- just not any fun & it'll take a little patience to get over it. We're armed with ibuprofen & essential oils.

Send us happy, healthy thoughts & hopefully we'll be on the mend soon.

Peace.