So what does that mean...I didn't sleep well.
I was worried. I swear I heard every cough, wheeze, and movement from her little twin bed last night. And now I'm literally pacing until I can call and get a scheduled appointment when the phone lines open at 8 AM. I'm sure she is fine...probably an upper respiratory infection, but until I know a mom just can't rest and relax. It is our duty to protect our children and Fiona will always be my little baby.
From inside the little blue bungalow,
Katie Jean
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