The poor things, they have been sick since the first of December or so and it is just sad. They get over one thing and then something else comes on. I miss their energy, their smiles and their laughter. It seems all I hear is silence because they are too exhausted to talk or whining or moaning or crying from pain or frustration. It is probably one of the hardest things to see your kids sick. I wish there were more I could do!
I mean, don't get me wrong, they have their moments where they are themselves but it is still sad. Take just now for instance, I had already put Sarah to bed, it had been about a half hour and then she began crying. I went in, she was standing in her crib. I held her for a while, gave her a drink and so on, I put her back down, she looked up at me and gave a big cheesy, toothy grin and laughed. She has a fever of 102 and is mostly miserable and I gotta give it to her, she melted my little heart. I sure hope they both get better soon.
