What you see here is a picture of our precious Lily and her Daddy. Both are lookin' DOPE what with the stripes, backwards cap and dramatic lighting.

However, what tale this picture does not tell is that Lily is sick in this picture.
*enter frowny face*

Our big girl got her four-month Well-baby check up last Thursday, which, sadly, meant vaccinations.
FOUR big shots and her oral rotovirus immunization.
DAMN. I sucked. Big fat sucked all over the place.
She cried and cried and then, once stuck and bugs-bunny-bandaged-up, looked tearfully and her daddy and me as if to say:
YOU WERE JUST STANDING THERE THE WHOLE TIME THIS FRICKIN LADY STUCK ME FOUR TIMES!!! WHAT THE EFF IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHAT KIND OF PARENTS ARE YOU?

I feebly attempted to soothe her with some soft words, cuddles and a breast. She was fine.

Last time she got shots, she had a fever and threw up quite a bit. She was also rather sleepy and that was it.

Rather different this time around, I'd say.
I took off on Friday, tentatively, hoping that maybe she'd be fine and rearin' to go to daycare come morning.
Friday, she woke up with green snot and a horrible cough.
She DID sleep all day, but every time she ate, YURK. Half came back to us.

In a nutshell, (too late), she's still sick. She didn't sleep well last night, is still feverish and still has a bit of a cough.

I took her to the urgent care clinic on Friday night {note: by the way, why is it that whatever urgent care place you go to, you happen to go to the one which does NOT accept your insurance??} and the doctor didn't seem too bothered by her cough and gave us some medicine. But she still coughs and is still feverish. At least she is keeping the food down now.

I have literally never stressed so hard over anything in my life.
And this is only sickness number ONE.
Gyah.