Typically, when something like this happens, it's either purely a joyful experience or purely a dreadful one.
Last week was both...at once.
Brynne was barking like a seal in her crib while Mama and I listened to her through the baby monitor.
|not this Seal|
After one particularly nasty bout she fell silent again. Too silent.
Then the silence was broken.
My heart was bursting and breaking at the same time.
Brynne was hurting, which was hurting me. She had tried to deal with the coughing, but was not doing so well. So she did something I hope she'll continue to do for a long time to come.
She asked for Papa to help.