I woke up this morning to the sound of Emma hacking away in her bed.
It’s bronchitis, I’m sure.
It seems like every single winter, Emma is sick and usually with some kind of coughing, hacking illness that will inevitably be passed on to Will, then Keith and then everyone else in the house.
Just to prove my point, because sometimes I feel like I might be insane, I searched back into my archives just to see and sure enough, the exact same week almost to the exact same day, Emma was sick in both 2011 and 2010.
Something tells me if I continued searching through my archives, I might find similar photos of my poor sick girl in years prior as well.
What the heck?
I know it’s cold.
I know the temperatures are dropping dramatically.
I would love just one winter, just one January, where I didn’t have to revive our nebulizer and give treatments ’round the clock.