Ashley’s birthday was a good day, although rather disappointing. No one who said they were coming actually showed up to Ashley’s birthday party, so it was almost a complete disaster. The day was saved when my sister-in-law came with Kay, so at least the girls had some fun playing together. Ashley was clingy by the end of the night, so I let her sleep with me. I didn’t think too much of it when she woke up at 3 am, whimpering and overly warm. She asked me to take her up to her bed, which I did and she was back asleep instantly. She woke up crying at 5 am, and then again at 7 am when it finally computed that she was feverish. I gave her some Motrin and water in a sippy cup before she fell asleep again.
I was wide awake by the time I had rocked my poor baby to sleep at 7 am, but I still decided to lie down awhile as I figured this was not going to be a great day. We had a wedding shower for my cousin at 1 pm, and I felt comfortable enough leaving Ashley with my dad since she ate breakfast and had been playing all morning. Around 3:30 I got the call from my dad. Ashley was whimpering on the couch and she didn’t want to play, watch her movie, or even get up. It was about this point when we wished I had driven up separately, but we said our goodbyes and rushed home to my baby girl. I convinced my mom to drop me off at the house first before taking Carol home because I had a feeling that I was needed as soon as possible. Upon entering the house, I kicked off my flip flops and ran downstairs to get Ashley and she cried plaintively when she saw me. I changed her diaper and I brought her upstairs so I could give her some Tylenol. Just as I was reaching into the cabinet for the bottle, she threw up on me.