I rarely do this, but here goes.
My little girl (will be 2 on Feb 2nd) woke up with chest congestion this morning after a barely-there cough yesterday. We'll take her to the doctor tomorrow, of course.
I just hope and pray it's not the flu, and kindly ask that you might do the same. And maybe that I can have some peace about the whole thing, I'm a wreck! Just a really mild fever started after her afternoon nap, about 99.7 degrees. She's happy, but doesn't really want to eat anything but toast.
I know it's probably minor, or maybe a mediocre cold, but there'e that nagging sense of fear.

For those of you who haven't children it's incomprehensible to imagine the love and desire to care for such a child, but I hope someday you'll know the joy!