Roseola, Enemy No. 1

Ask me how I felt about myself as a Mother Friday evening and I would have told you that I had to come in pretty low on a scale of 1 to 10. We had spent the afternoon at the swimming pool. After we came home and ate dinner Ane seemed to be acting a little out of the norm for her cheerful self, and so I got her ready for bed and we all chalked it up to "a little too much fun for one day + very little napping = pretty cranky baby" kinda stuff. Around 10:00 she woke up and was on fire, and the only other symptom she exhibited was a really sun-burned right cheek. Here is where I started to feel pretty terrible. See, when we had arrived at the pool I had forgotten to apply sunscreen. About an hour after we'd been there I quick slapped it on everybody and hoped for the best. When she woke up with her symptoms I thought it was weird that she'd only burned on that one spot, but with my slap-it-on-frantically method, I wasn't too surprised. I gave her some Motrin, watched her for a bit, and then laid her back down. She hasn't been herself since. She started that night having terrible diapers and on the 4th she didn't get any better. I knew something just wasn't right. She and dad stayed home from church since I was responsible for Sharing Time in Primary. Late yesterday afternoon after we got back from church her fever finally went away and at her bath I noticed that she'd broken out in a rash. Aaaahhh. Roseola. It was all making perfect sense, now. I wasn't such a bad mom, afterall!! (Well, maybe in some other areas, but I escaped the suncreen debacle just barely.) Even though I know the worst is behind us, looking at her like this just breaks my heart. She's still quite cranky, but at least she's eating again and the fever is gone.