Ugh

Woke up. Felt like poo. Rescued Sophie from her crib. She seemed happy. Woke up daddy. He felt like poo. Called Sarah to babysit. Sarah came over. We went to Urgent Care. Got an email from Leslie (our close friend, Soph's godmother and realtor helping us sublease out our apt. in NYC). Said we needed to refax an approval paper for new sublet and get deposit check back to old sublet ASAP! All things we put on the back burner (being that we are all sick and haven't had a bank in the city we have been in for weeks) are now urgent on a Friday. Oops. Got diagnosed with bronchitis and Eric with an Upper Respiratory Infection. Drove to a Rite Aid and dropped off prescriptions. There's a Chase Bank across the street. Opened an account. Got a bank check. Picked up meds. Ate at Panera next door and took meds. Post office to mail check. Stopped at American Apparel to pick up Valentine's present:). Home to Soph. Send fax to Leslie. Love Sophie. We are not supposed to kiss on her because they said we could spread germs. Eric is a little better than me. I sound like the love child of Tara Ried and Harvey Fierstein. Hoping Eric can squash it before it gets there for him. Soph was much better today. There was a marked improvement. By this evening we heard and felt no rattling in her chest and back. Her nose stopped up in the afternoon, but after a nebulizer treatment and some bulb in the nose action, she felt much better. She was showing signs of her happy-go-lucky self. Here's a pic of her making funny faces with Eric.





She talked herself to sleep tonight and although it took a while for her to tire herself out, she seems happy and is breathing well. Now, to get mommy and daddy better. The whole family being in antibiotics should get us in the clear soon.


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