Ah… the sweet sounds of….
So, sweet little J was only fooling us when she got back to her usual happy self for a few days. She was quite crabby over the weekend and was holding her teeth a lot. She had some painful-looking incisors coming in there. No fever, but lots of fussiness, so we were pretty sure it was just bad teething. Not to mention the remnants of last week’s cold which includes congestion and cough.
Today I dropped her off at Kinderkrippe and she was a bit crabby, but had been in a fine mood when she woke up and had eaten her breakfast. After I dropped her and her big sister, I headed to Mannheim, an hour and a half away, for a work meeting.
I had been there for about 10 minutes when Kinderkrippe called…. J was miserable. Had a fever. And this was even accompanied by rapid little breaths that the ladies did not sound too happy about.
Michael was 5 minutes from heading into a meeting, but of course he left work immediately to get her and take her to the doctor.
So it turns out that the cough, crying, whining, and general discontent have been given a name.
Ah… the sweet sounds of….
…. Bronchitis.
She is okay, but little girl is on antibiotics and some phlegm-reducing syrup (which we have used a few times and never found to be effective… but there is always a chance!), as well as good old Tylenol and Motrin for fever reduction. We expect to be home with her for a few days.
She is very good at playing on our sympathies, by the way. She has slept a lot today, so she is off her schedule… not sleeping well in the evening as she usually does. She was absolutely WAILING a few minutes ago and so I went in there to comfort her. She was standing in her crib and when I reached in to lay her down again and pat her, she grabbed onto my arms and basically crawled up onto me… well, I did help, but she did at least 40% of it. So I held her as she clung to me like she had just been rescued from a sinking ship. After about 30 seconds, she started to sing… Yup… sing. I patted her a bit more and then put her back down, at which point the desperate wailing started again… I expect that scene to be repeated a few more times this week. We are jaded experienced parents who generally know when we are being “played,” but she is gooooood.
Speaking of good… the big sister is being a wonderful helper to her little sister. It makes us really happy. E always tries to comfort J when she is sad. She is a compassionate little girl, it seems.













