Coughs

I wouldn't say she's a sickly baby but she sure has her share of colds and fever. Bugs love her and so I assume viruses are obsessed with her. However our little Bean is a trooper (says her big sis) and she sure is. Smiling, laughing and playing even at her sickest hour. Nonetheless, I know it all too well. It has to get worse for it to get better. As her nose stops being too runny, phlegm shall drip to the back of her throat forcing a cough out. Too tiny to know how to properly cough, her phlegm lingers until it finds its way to her chest. Coughs become frequent and the struggle is heard. And every time my ear catches the sound, my heart aches and my soul bleeds. My daughter is my life here on earth for as long as she will have me.