courage, mon bébé...

Yesterday at around 3:00 o' clock in the afternoon, Philippe, Clémentine's teacher, called up, saying that we got to pick her up from school, "She's not feeling well, she's feeling cold. She's feverish and just vomited!", he sounded really worried. Faster than the ray of light I slipped on my jacket and shoes, quickly descended the staircase and walked toward the parking lot. Then I shivered big-time when the cold wind blowed, I felt it hitting my skin, I pulled my jacket more close to my body, zipping it all the way up to my chin and there I realized that I was just wearing a bra under it. "Super, I forgot to wear my shirt...", I thought. But it just didn't bother me, I was too preoccupied with what was going on in the school. All I had in mind was to get there quickly, bring Cléms home, give her her medication and keep her warm. I reached the school after several minutes and there she was, waiting for me. Too happy to see me, she cried. I put on her her coat, scarf, gloves and bonnet - had to cover her well, it was quite windy and it's important to keep exposure to a minimum. She looked so tired I carried her to the car. While in the car, she coughed really hard I thought she'd vomit. So all the way (from the school to our home), I talked nothing to her but about the gifts she'd want to receive for her birthday, on what flavor of cake she'd prefer, etc... Things like that and it worked, changer les idées style...

As I write this, she's just next to me, on the couch, dozing. We brought her to her pediatrician this morning. She's got a grippe and she won't be going to school till Monday. Oh, mon bébé... she's exhausted. She didn't sleep well last night (neither did Séb & I). Ah, we had a miserable night. She was coughing hard at bedtime and had a hard time falling asleep. Then she woke up a lot of times during the night coughing, she had a fever of 39.5°C and vomiting. Now she's just beside me, no fever (thanks...), and an empty basin is under the coffee table, well just in case. It's not a joke changing bedsheets several times in a day.

What she's got seems to be highly contagious -- now I'm having a trouble swallowing, I can feel a sore throat coming...