Two nights ago you woke at 1 am and as soon as I picked you up I knew you were sick. You were hot. Your steamy little cheek against mine. The past two days you have just been a little off. Quick with tears, but still sneaking some smiles in. I can tell you don't feel good, but now and again my happy girl peeks out to let me know she is still there. It is so hard not knowing exactly what is wrong and I am sure it is frustrating not being able to tell us. All we can do is snuggle and love you. A dose of tylenol here, some extra nighttime nursing there, just hoping this will soon pass. I love you my little bundle and I wish nothing more than that I could take away every ounce of discomfort.