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OH IT GETS BETTER! Next victim, Lexi.

Who got her first 24 hours fever/stomach bug, which was completely unexpected because WE JUST started seeing people again. She played with a couple of preschool kids and her cousin one day and another friend on the days I had to run into work. The weekend comes and as we get home from playing with her friend she puts herself to bed and sleeps for hours. By the time dad came home, I knew something was up and she had a high fever that night. It broke sometime the following afternoon after one puking session (that ended up on dad).  The next night she was back to eating and her high energy self. It's crazy how quickly our bodies can tear us down! Everyone keeps saying that exposure to germs helps us in the long run, but it definitely sucks now! And I'm curious how true that is.

Cause I'm kinda done. I know it won't be our last cold or fever, but it would be nice to have a little break. We apparently scared everyone a few days later when a faint rash appeared on her cheeks and then all over her body. Turns out there is such thing as a viral rash after a fever that tells you the virus has run it's course. Thank goodness I didn't drop her off at grandma's house to give everyone the chicken pox! =) (tiny red spots, not raised, not itchy or bothersome, evenly spread all over).

There were a few good things that happened between Dallin's Croup, My Mastitis & Lexi's Fever... so I'll try to recap a little on those events...all in a month's time. Mr Smith is next I guess. He was sounding a little stuffy on the phone so it makes sense he would have a cold.
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