...you end up with a double ear infection.
My poor Staley has been fighting illness since Thursday. She's been sporting a low grade fever and a wet, hoarse, pack-a-day type cough. Yesterday, I thought the worst was behind us. Her fever was gone and she was back to her active, perky, playful self. After a fitful night of sleep last night, Staley woke up...fussy. She didn't want to read. She didn't want to eat. She didn't want to drink. Her fever was back up. We cuddled on the couch to watch her Baby Einstein video, and she didn't even have the energy to name the animals or get excited about the cow puppet. She just sat there, dazed and lethargic. I got a little breakfast into her (still sitting on my lap, since any prospect of setting her down brought on the waterworks), and then she fell asleep in my arms for about 2 hours (during which time I called her doctor to get an appointment as soon as possible.) And the verdict: on top of the virus that Staley has been fighting (for which there is nothing we can do), she now has a double ear infection. So Staley is enjoying a steady cocktail of Motrin, Tylenol, and amoxicillin...along with multiple doses of nose wiping, video watching, book reading, vapor bath taking, and cuddling with mom and dad. Hopefully this combination will have her back to emptying drawers, crawling up stairs, and throwing food on the floor in no time.