It's a Long Way Home ...

Oh no... I was afraid this would happen. Elaina has her first pre-winter cold. Here we go ...

All of Friday and Saturday she seemed perfectly fine. Last night, however, was a different story. We put her to bed an hour past her bedtime and she woke up 3 times before 2:00 a.m. Each time, she was crying a miserable, whiny cry, something to the effect of, " aaaahhhh, Mom-mmmeeee, aaaahhhh, Momm-eeee." Heartbreaking to say the least.

Come morning, she was shooting goo from her nose like it was her job. We went to church with Grandma & Grandpa W. and each of us had armed ourselves with tissue in the event that we would be holding her when she sneezed. We had to be quick and prepared, she was a mess.

We enjoyed the afternoon over a wonderful meal by Grandma W. and visited with Elaina's aunts, uncles and cousins. She barely had a nap, and after two doses of Tylenol, she was still going. We managed to get on the road before 5:00 and crossed our fingers that Elaina would sleep most of the 3 hour drive. She did well for the first 90 minutes until we had to stop for gas. She woke to realize that Dadda had left the vehicle and wasn't in her sight. She worried and whined until he was safely behind the wheel and back within his reach. Following our one and only stop, Baby Girl couldn't put herself back to sleep and cried over being sick and cried over being tired and cried over not being held. She was such a sad case. It wasn't non-stop crying, it was more of some sniffling, sucking on her binky followed by a random whine and fuss. Thank God that she isn't a crybaby and her cry has never been really that loud.




When we finally arrived home, she seemed much more content and better able to deal with herself. She found a good book and stayed out of the way of the unpacking process.