Not sassy snotty, actual snot. Dripping like a leaky faucet from my beautiful baby’s nose. Gurgling when she breathes and I can’t get her to cough up the phlegm. Keeping Mommy and Daddy up all night.
I wouldn’t trade any of this for the world.
Either would Daddy. He actually gave up his Giants ticket for tomorrow to stay home with us, just in case A needs to go to the hospital for her chest to be listened to. Daddy loves steak, and he loves his Giants, but he loves his baby A more. I’m pretty sure he never thought he’d see the day…but if we’re calling a spade a spade here, she can probably play football better than those boys did last week! (hehe – just kidding honey! love you)