My smiley baby girl is sick.
Sad, sad, pathetic sick.
Land us in the urgent care sick.
Waiting for strep test sick.
Mean doctor telling me that I need to
stay away from her until my delivery sick.
How can I not hold my littlest girl when she needs me?
How can I not rock her to sleep?
My charming, silly, mismatched sunshine girl.
During her last few days of being the baby in this house?
I miss her happy face.
She is going to be such a great big sister,
but for the next few days I want to be with my charming baby.
Go away tiny ugly germs.
You are not invited to this party.