Since starting classes at the beginning of the semester was not quite enough excitement while Sam was gone on a week-long conference for work, Amelie scared me to death with a frighteningly long episode of struggling to breathe around 10pm on Tuesday night. The three of us wound up in the ER and came home with a pile of medicine and the news that she had bronchitis/bronchiolitis. Since then there's been a lot of this:
And a lot of this:
Going on in the Buffaloe household. Plus lots of coughing and added today a nose running like a faucet. James appears to have the bug, too, but he's in much better spirits (so far). It probably helps that he's still nursing well, but all Amelie wants to eat or drink is juice. Anyway, we've been taking it easy with lots of naps, fluids, books, and PJ time. I hope they're better soon and I'll be glad to see the end of the cold weather/virus season.