A mere few hours after the earlier post depicting a happy, newly coiffed Lola, she woke up in pain. From about 11pm until about 3am, we were up and down a few times with a poor, crying in apparent agony, Lola. Called the hotline to ask if we should go to ER, but ended up OK with Tylenol and a hot pack until morning. And of course, as tends to happen in this house, pain leads to crying, crying leads to runny nose and drainage, and a stomach full of said drainage leads to vomiting.
Got in to see the doc, got our prescription, now we’re home watching Yo Gabba Gabba and medicating.
I wish grandpa was there to hold my lil’ dickens