Days are running into each other, and I haven't slept through the night in, well, I don't know how long.
Just when I think we're making some sort of progress,
I get slapped in the face with reality.
And the reality right this second, is motrin and tylenol piggybacked every three hours, antibiotics twice a day for all four, and lots of crying and whining.
The good thing is since I was already at the doctor, we got to discuss Blayne's bowels in great detail, and she now has an appointment at the Children's National Medical Center.
It's a charmed life I lead.
