Poor Sophia. She is very sick. She has an ear infection and a high fever since Tuesday. The last time we took it, the fever was 102.4. She saw her doctor on Wednesday and was prescribed antibiotics. Unfortunately, she refused to take them, vomiting every time they got into her mouth. Thursday, Paul took her back, got a different form of oral antibiotics and had the same reaction. Finally, late Thursday afternoon in their third trip to the doctor, the doctor gave Sophia a shot of antibiotics and we won't be giving her any more orally. Why they didn't do this in the beginning I'm not sure. By the way, Paul is a saint. He was home with her all day Thursday, dealing with the projectile vomiting, the crying, the high temperature, and all the trips to the doctor. He is my own personal hero.
She is a miserable little girl. She doesn't want to sleep. She doesn't want to eat. She doesn't want to be put down. If you jostle her or move her or change anything she cries uncontrollably. Today my friend Liz said that we have been lucky that we've gotten to six months without Sophia getting sick. This is certainly true. This, however, is no fun. I wish we could help her understand what is going on. It's so sad to see her in such misery.
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