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246

That was the number on the clock glaring back at me, like a math equation this morning when C woke up like a volcano with an eruption of screams. These just weren't any screams, these were the I'M HURTING screams - I've only heard these a few times. With a flury of covers and a mad dash to the bathroom (Posie in quick pursuit behind us) and after a quick examination : The Diagnose : Her little nose is all stopped up and she can't breathe too good.

Sigh of Relief from mommy

I change from Mommy hat to Doctor hat and administer saline drops to flush out her little nose.

Back to bed, soothe C with a bottle, and we're good to go.

Well, sort of. She's still a little stopped up this morning, but none worse for the wear.