Still building those immunities

My poor baby. Throwing up last weekend and now, a chest cold. It started with a runny nose, then a cough and now she sounds like she’s been smoking 2 packs a day for 20 years. So we took her to the doctor and to make a long story short we have some sorta breathing treatment machine/torture device that she gets to visit three times a day. Poor baby.

Most of the day she wanted held or was really hard to please. We did get out for a walk once which seemed to really please her, but it was really hot out – I worried that she was getting too hot, she already had a fever on and off.

On Sunday we ventured out to the new Wal-mart, where I’ve been doing my grocery shopping since it was completed a few weeks ago. I’m not a huge fan of Wal-mart, but it’s so close and it’s a Super Wal-mart so it has EVERYTHING. Which is also a bad thing though too. The store is soo huge. Anyway, Ella was a little out of hand. OK, a lot out of hand. She was not impressed with the snacks I brought either. I finally went to the fruit snacks aisle, opened and a pack and started giving her some. This calmed her down temporarily, until they were gone. So, I gave her another pack. And again, happy until the pack was gone. The screaming wouldn’t stop, and I caved and gave her one more pack. They were really small packs, but still. I felt like a bad mom – feeding her a bunch of sugar, plus am I teaching her how to get what she wants? I don’t know, but I know at that moment I was desperate. And she fell asleep as soon as we got home. Even after all the fruit snacks. She was already starting to get sick, maybe that was the problem. I also find it odd that ever since we started shopping at this new Wal-mart she’s been really impatient at the store. Is it possible she hates Wal-mart? I have always noticed screaming children there. Maybe all the flourescent lighting and endless rows of groceries just totally overwhelm children. Maybe she’s mad they don’t offer benefits. I don’t know, but I’m going back to Scott’s next week. I’m willing to pay a little more for a pleasant experience for both of us. I’m sure it has nothing to do with my sweet baby becoming a toddler, right?