This could be it. This could be the time I've been worried about since February 20th, the day Emily came home from the hospital. I am sick. I don't know how to keep her from getting sick. I am washing my hands and trying my hardest not to cough on her but I just don't think it's enough. She needs one of those bubbles! I am so happy I am the one who got sick with all the 'out and about' we've been doing since RSV season came to a close but I'm scared to death that she's going to get it. I'm not sure I know what to do if anything happens. Megan was NEVER sick. In fact, her first fever was when we were both sick when I went into labor in January. She was over a year old and a very healthy little girl ... and that makes a huge difference. I have to sing the praises of Mucinex though. I took some Wednesday night and I wasn't able to sleep but James was out of town so I decided to give it another try. Those commercials, where the mucus is evicted from it's lovely home in the chest ... SO TRUE. Gross, but true. When I went to bed last night, I took Mucinex, Advil (for the fever I had), cough syrup (the prescription kind!), and my vitamins. That was 6 pills and a Tbsp of syrup. Do you know how hard it is to swallow pills when you can't breathe through your nose? I was hoping Miss Emily would sleep all the way through the night again but no such luck. She got up around 3:45 and just couldn't keep the paci in her mouth so I had to feed her. That's why I'm posting at 5 am. So sleepy but a mother's work is never done, right? :-) All that medicine is reducing the milk supply but I have to take it. I don't think I could function without it. Thank goodness I'm not actually breastfeeding. The child would be starving to death and would be wanting to eat constantly. I guess it might be time to go all formula, all the time. I just don't know if I'm ready. This might be the last time I do any of this and that makes me a little sad.

Nothing is safe in our house anymore. Megan can climb onto our bed, the coffee table, the kitchen table chairs (so it's only a matter of time before I see her on the table I'm sure), and I think she's starting to get the idea that she can climb on a chair to reach stuff on the counters if it's close enough. She's an absolute joy but a handful and she sure runs me ragged. Last night, I was cleaning the kitchen before James came home from his trip to Arizona and she had her little swiffer and was mommy's little helper. She really did a good job on the floors, though I know she didn't really mean to. She's 1. She doesn't have a clue. We had fun cleaning together though and it was nice to have her busy and in sight while I was getting something done!!

I'm headed back to bed. Don't know when Megan will get up but I think I'll be in bed until then. Unless maybe I want to go have some breakfast now and stay up. riiiiight.