One thing that has surprised me about being a parent is how many times since Lucy came home that I've feared she would be unable to breathe. I thought this was a phenomenon associated with newborns. Last night in the middle of the night, her gasping and squeaking stopped. I shot up in my bed. I rushed to her room to find her breathing somewhat normally, in out, in out, in out. I smiled.
Her last fever was yesterday morning. She is still very congested. Her face is swollen with congestion but the fever is gone.
OH and I love that I can dress her warm again.