We think Meg might be getting her two-year molars. They’re a BITCH. This is a family blog, but I had to say it. She’s such a sweet girl and tries to stay in a good mood, but the second something doesn’t go exactly as she wants it to she melts down. In a spectacular way. When she wakes up in the middle of the night, she screams and screams. I know she's in pain. (And we're not sleeping.)
Wednesday night she woke up at 12:45. She had a fever of 101 and when I gave her medicine she threw it up. Catching puke in your bare hands is great! Getting our carpet cleaned has now moved way up the list of things we need to do. I thought the cat puke was bad, but orange medicine is pretty much impossible to get out of cream colored carpet. At least it wasn’t red, right?
The next morning she woke up with no fever and ate a bunch of cheerios. Could the molars really have caused her to throw up? I’m kind of confused because she’s sort of acting sick (not eating or drinking much), but she doesn’t act like she’s sick. I’m going to blame the molars. At least until Thomas and I start puking, too.