My Eighth Month
	Since I was up pretty much all night, I slept a whole lot during the day.
So did Momma.
	When I was awake, I played a whole lot with Daddy.
And I practiced blowing kisses...
	When Hurricane Gustav came through, I caught the stomach flu from some of the refugees. Pawpaw caught it, too. I started getting sick when Grandma and Grandpa were visiting me. I threw up all over Daddy, and had a fever of over 103°.
When I took my medicine from the doctor, it made me feel a little bit better for an hour or two, but ended up not working that well. I still threw up bunches, for a whole week!
	The doctor finally had to give me a special shot to stop me from throwing up. And the next day, I was all better! I wish he could have given me my shot in the first place. Next Page ~>