Curtis left town on Thursday night go to a bachelor weekend for our good friend Marc. I was really thankful for the fun that he was going to have and, although I can't say I was excited about him leaving, I wasn't too worried about going solo for the weekend.
That is, until Annabelle threw up on Friday morning. After that, I don't think she left my arms the rest of the weekend for more than a few minutes at a time. She was so, so sick. With a high fever constantly, even on medicine, she was one of the most pitiful sights you've ever seen.
It wasn't the fussy kind of sick (thank you, Jesus!). Just the suck-the-life-out-of-you kind of sick. Lethargic doesn't begin to describe it. My active, always on-the-go child did not have the strength to crawl 3 feet. Nor would she even try.
She just wanted to lay on my chest 24 hours a day, like a little newborn. Don't get me wrong, I loved that part of it. I'm almost embarrassed to admit that, over the whole weekend, I watched Pride and Prejudice in it's entirety. The long version! As long as I was holding her, she was content enough and so was I. These pictures are one of the rare moments when she allowed me to put her down.
Apparently I am dramatic and don't handle these things in stride AT ALL, because my sweet friends were praying for me, bringing me a surprise Frappuccino, treats, and flowers, and checking in on me constantly. I felt blessed and provided for in such a tangible way. Now, if my mom had only been in the country...
By Monday, Annabelle was just starting to move around and eat/drink a little bit. Good thing, because, I had almost diagnosed her with Kawasaki Disease (I had it at age 4). Ha! Oh, what the sleep-deprived brain can do to you! Anyway, the fever slowly went down, she slowly regained a little appetite/thirst, and on Monday took a real nap for the first time in days. I think she's going to be just fine. My poor, sweet baby.
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