Love...

Gwen has had a bad cold for the past week and a half (when will that 14th day come?). It's so sad to see her all congested. Her sneezes, although messy, are like little triumphs: yay, you got it out, baby!

She was crying inconsolably 2 days ago. We could not settle her in anyway, and finally I had to nurse her to sleep. She ended up having a low fever of 99.3. Not very high. Teething? Possible ear infection? We gave her a little baby Tylenol, and it went down. Yesterday I worked, and Jean took care of her. She said Gwen was fabulous- she had a cryless day. Maybe she just doesn't like mommy?

I just put her down for a nap a few minutes ago, expecting the same inconsolable crying. I wrapped her in her mighty 'pink blanket' (the Miracle Blanket- best swaddle blanket ever) and rocked and patted her. She whined for a few seconds before she settled down and just stared. Stared at me. Her eyes got heavier and heavier, so I walked into her bedroom. I got close to her crib and she continued to look at me, with her heavy eyes, and...smiled a little smile at me before they gently closed. One of the best moments ever.

Now sleeping soundly in her crib. Wonder what she dreams about.