Blow on My Hand

Surprise, Surprise! Gracie Claire is sick again. Poor baby!! It seems like once we get over one thing, another one sneaks up on us. Yesterday she had a fever of 102.8, so this morning I called and got in with our doctor's nurse practitioner. Something that she kept asking GC to do over and over was to blow on her (the nurse's) hand. I understood why the first couple of times, but after what seemed like the twentieth time, it became a little odd. Overall, it was a good visit except that we left with a prescription for an unknown virus (not unknown to the doctor...just to me) and a nebulizer (which she promised would be billed to our insurance...fingers crossed.) Gracie Claire did her first breathing treatment in the office and was quite the little trooper...at first. She was so still getting the little mask put on and waiting for the nice nurse to hook the tubes up, but once the nurse left, she freaked. Her words were (in a bit of a panicky voice,) "Mommy, I done with the disosaur!" (Spelling intentional.) My sweet girl has to do four breathing treatments a day for the next few days...should be fun!

What was Sydney doing throughout our little adventure, you ask? She was as happy as a bug as long as she had puffs to eat. I love you Gerber!