My poor baby has been sick.
Jillian started Monday with a fever, at times she hit 102.5 which was pretty scary as that was after Tylenol, it was not an easy task to get her temperature taken. She wasn't liking this hey lets put this thing under your arm until it beeps. I had a heck of a time getting Tylenol into her too, I had to sneak it into pudding cake the 1st day and the 2nd day well she had caught on. I put it in her juice but it "tasted yucky" I'm told LOL. Smart kid. We are now left with a terrible cough and a snotty nose. I'm hoping she doesn't share with her sisters, or me for that matter.
I had a scary moment the other night, I had put her into my bed to sleep and I was down stairs and I heard her screaming. I run upstairs and Jillian is lying there just shaking like crazy, I figure it had to be the chills. It was weird though as it took me a bit to settle her and she was kinda babbling and I swear she said "Jillian not dead!" I was like WTH?? Did I hear that right?? I still doubt myself? But it scared the crap out of me none the less.