Sick Babies are Pitiful

5 Apr

Oh it is so pitiful.  Clara is sick.

She’s had a low grade fever for a couple of days now, but today she started coughing this terrible sounding congested cough and sniffling.  She sounds a lot like the little snorty piggy baby she was when she was first born.  But it’s a lot more pitiful when there’s a 100 degree fever to go along with it.

The worst part is that there’s nothing I can do about it.  There’s no cold medicine for babies.  But the poor thing can barely eat her bottle because she can’t breathe.  Sad sad sad.

I just asked Joel for suggestions for my daily blogging.  He said I should write about what happens during the day.  And I laughed.  Because no one wants to read the same thing over and over for 30 days.  So I’ll only do it once.  Maybe tomorrow.

But, as I was laughing at him and telling him that no one would want to read day after day of that, I remembered something crazy that happened today.

I was getting all my stuff together and heading out the house for the gym this morning, and I opened the garage door to see… a large yellow lab staring right at me.  INSIDE my garage.  Like right by the stairs to come into the house.  Looking at me like he owned the place.

And, you see, this is odd because we don’t have any pets.

Joel had left the garage door open this morning when he left to go to school.  Normally, he’ll close it, but I was up already with Clara, so I guess it just slipped his mind.  And I think there was a box from Bojangles sitting in the garage that I had meant to put into the actual trash can, but never made it that far.  That must have been what the dog was after, but it must not have been enough, because he was apparently searching the garage for something else to eat.  He looked like a nice, well taken care of dog.  He had a collar on, but I didn’t get close enough to see the tags.  He ran away as I came out the door, and disappeared into the back yard.  Where he went from there, I have no idea.  My hands were full with a sick baby.

So, neighbors, if your yellow lab disappeared for a while this morning, he was in my garage.  And he probably ate some stale Bojangles fries and a biscuit.  ‘Cause, see, I just ate the chicken from the box (this should impress you… cause those fries and biscuit are dang good, but I’m trying to cut out some carbs).  Sorry about that.  I hope he doesn’t get sick from it.

I hope that Clara starts feeling better really soon, because the rest of this week is a little bit nutso…

See you tomorrow.


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  1. Lullabies For Babies - April 12, 2011

    […] Sick Babies are Pitiful « Of Law School and Lullabies Oh it is so pitiful. Clara is sick. She's had a low grade fever for a couple of days now, but today she started coughing this terrible sounding congested cough and sniffling. She sounds a lot like the little snorty piggy baby she was . […]

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