Take one week of daily symptoms (loss of appetite, mild fever, sick belly) and mix it together with an entire night of ear piercing cries and get one 7 hour trip to the ER. Seven pokes....that's how many it took before Daddy finally old the ER nurses to stop trying to get the IV in you, Lylah! By the seventh time, you just laid there and didn't even cry. Mommy, Daddy and you all pulled an "all-nighter"...your first but I doubt your last. And Brady was a concerned big brother, full of hugs and kissed when he finally got to see you. We all heaved a big sigh of relief that you finally had a diagnosis (UTI) and relaxed on the couch before we all fell asleep at 8pm! More testing to be done brave girl. We will be holding your hand every step of the way.
feel better cute bean. we are all thinking of you here in the smith house.
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