Isaac caught his first cold over the weekend. By Tuesday, Grammy, Alex and I all had it. Jim said Alex had a really terrible night of sleep on Monday, up 8-10 times, once for an hour and a half, all with moaning and feverish words like she needed to be "on the 9th floor" (a random floor in the adult part of the hospital). It was pretty pathetic, and she probably only got about 6 or 7 hours at best (Jim only got about 3 hours of broken sleep, poor guy!). I was sure it was going to be a terrible day for therapy, but thanks to some new toys they brought out at therapy and some new activities, she surprisingly had a pretty decent day.
As though Isaac knew we all needed a boost, at the end of the day he treated us all to his first laughs. He absolutely loves his big sister and found everything she was doing at dinner to be quick funny. They say laughter is the best medicine. Whatever the case, Alex got a great night of sleep last night and seemed much better today.
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