White blood cells and toddler beds

Wednesday night we decided to put Leah into a toddler bed. We took the front rail off of the crib so now it looks like a day bed. That particular night, she was super fussy and I wasn't entirely sure why. She had no real symptoms, but she did feel a little bit warm. I just assumed it was because its 1002929 degrees outside, and she was fine. She eventually went to sleep and only woke up twice, one of those times out of her bed so I had to put her back in.

A fussy choogles getting read to by daddy and Charger

So, Thursday she only took a 45 minute nap which isn't entirely unusual for her. She just wasn't herself all day. Eventually, she just cuddled up and laid on me and I noticed she was warm...so I take her temp and sure 'nough, it was 104. Holy cow. So Rich and I debate whether or not we're going to take her to the ER or not and ultimately decided not to since her fever went down to 101. This morning, she woke up and it was 105.4! I took her to the ped first thing. He thoroughly checked her out, including a urine sample and blood work, and we still don't know what's wrong with my baby. Her white blood cell count was high, and something else was high, so he put her on amoxicillin to fight off any infection. But seriously: motrin is a wonder drug. It brought Leah's fever from 105.4 to 97.8 in about 3 hours. Now, Leah is fever free and in a mortin and amoxicillin induced slumber in her toddler bed, looking all nice and peaceful.

And here is Miss Leah, sitting in the bumbo, eating a cookie

I've had the crappiest week as far as weight watchers goes. Beyond crappy. I hate it and at times, I hate myself for what I do to my body. I know I need to stop and get better; I'm not getting any younger and its only going to get harder. But its a hard battle I'm fighting. Very hard. Its like I don't know where to begin...kinda like when you have so much to do you don't know where to start with it all...its the same basic principle for me. I bought some popsicles last night because I thought Leah might like one. Not more than 5 minutes ago, Rich comes up and asks if there are any left. I jokingly said "no I ate all 16" and he says "I wouldn't put it past you..." I don't think he meant to be hurtful, but he was. Ugh.

Tomorrow is a new day...but tomorrow I'm going to Lindo Michoacan with my Grandma. I guess Sunday will be the day that I get super strict. Oh how many times I've said that...