Dear Shea,
My poor baby girl, you are sick. And I don't mean like your brother sick; who tried to eat a fly earlier today. Last week you had a fever just under 104 degrees for a few days. Your whole body was SO hot. Every time I went to get you out of your crib you felt like flat iron that had been left on all night. One of the symptoms that developed from being so hot, was a heat rash. You were like a red spotted dalmatian, especially with those sad puppy eyes. It's probably a good thing you weren't born during Bibical times, because you'd be pronounced a leper and isolated from the town. Instead, you were just isolated for Anthony's first b-day party. =)
I spent a better part of the week on the phone with Dr. Rocco, at the walk-in clinic, on the internet looking up hives, and doing my best to keep you comfortable. Any mother knows, we just want our babies to feel better quickly and we all do whatever we have to do to help them.
I'm praying you trash the rash.
I love you polka-dot princess!
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