My poor pumpkin. She was in really good spirits just a little sleepy until about 3:00pm. All the sudden there was no happiness in Riley's world. Poor thing, just cried and cried and when I tried to nurse her she'd spit it all out because she didn't want milk just comfort. I realized my arm was sweaty where she was laying. Stupid shots gave her the low grade fever which was making her scream.
Tylenol and a bath later Riley was still a fussy-saurus. We rocked and sang to no avail. I decided to let the swing do it's magic. Apparently, the swing only had 6min worth of magic to spare today. Poor Riley, poor me...
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