. . . that this week has not been superb.
Poor Baby Jill. She got sick for the first time this past week. (Sick meaning fever, cough, runny nose, and diarrhea.) I went to the doctor this morning, and she now has an ear infection as well. And to top everything off, she is currently cutting FOUR teeth. Yes, four. Her top row all decided to make the trip together.
Haha. So, we're both really tired, and she's miserable, poor little thing.
I love Infant Tylenol and Baby Orajel.
Funny story. Jeff was at the store, so he picked up some more Tylenol for us. He came home and handed it to me proudly. I looked at it and said, "Jeff, this is children's Tylenol. We need Baby Tylenol." He slumped, "Oh." So, I told him it was fine, she'll get bigger, and we'll need it eventually. But he went back to the store the next day and returned it for Baby Tylenol. That day I went to the doctor and was given a chart that listed how much she could take according to how big she was. At 18 pounds (and she's now 18 pounds 13 ounces), she can either take a lot of Baby Tylenol or a little Children's Tylenol. Haha. So Jeff didn't buy the wrong one after all. Poor, amazing hubby of mine.