Yesterday things were looking so much better. Grammy watched Rory so I could go into work for 4 hours and attempt to get a few things done, Rory was active and not nearly as fevered even though her appetite suddenly disappeared. She went to bed happy and I was looking forward to having a normal day today. I should have known better.

I found Rory in her bed, sleeping on her vomit and fevered as ever this morning. After a visit with the doctor we've got a prescription to treat the ear infection that is obviously starting and the crackling in her lungs. I just don't think it was my week. Oh? And remember how I said our zoo visit was so totally worth Rory being sick? Yeah, that. I take it back.

Here's hoping the meds do their thing!