The doctor's office just called. BabyGirl has RSV. Now it doesn't have to be a big deal. I know that. However it can be a big deal....a breathing machine, hospitalization, the works. But ever since Curly was hospitalized as a toddler for a cold that went horribly wrong and was hooked up to a bunch of machines and looked like she was knocking on death's door, these things send me into a tailspin of anxiety.
And why do they always happen on Fridays?
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