Long story...she had been up coughing until about 2:30 (falling asleep between fits--if only I could buy cold medicine! Stupid FDA.). Jon put her in bed and closed the door all the way, thus kind of locking her in. When I took my shower shortly after five, I thought I heard her, but wasn't sure why she wasn't coming into the bathroom. When I was finished I didn't hear her anymore, so I assumed I had imagined the whole thing. Then at six I went in to wake her up, and this is what I discovered.
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That's how I feel at six in the morning!
poor baby
I agree. Poor thing. : (
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