On Sunday night, after I put everyone to bed (and the same day the an got hit, might I add), her fever spiked and she seemed to be a bit delirious and extremely clingy and irritable. So I waited for Rodrigo to get home from work and we caught a cab to the children's hospital. The moment we get there it was as if Veronica became a whole new person.
She was joking ("mommy...boobs! Hahaha!") and laughing at the silliest things.
And what do you know... Nothing seemed to be wrong with her. The doctors said she was just fighting a virus.
But now poor Gael has pink eye. And he is not nearly as tough as that little girl. I spent all last night running to and from his room to hush his screaming and clean up gunk. Pretty, I know.
I really hope they get better soon because I'm starting to go a bit crazy...
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