Poor little Brinley is MISERABLE. Her case is much worse than Natalie's. I was SO sad for her last night when she woke up around 9:30 crying that she felt like she was going to die! Isn't that awful! We think she was slightly still asleep because she had that glazed over disoriented look about her. After being up with her at least 10 times during the night she was still crying this morning and through her tears said "I need a blessing!" Luckily my brother came into town last night so he and Nate gave her a blessing. What a sweet little testimony. Our conversation this morning:
B: I don't want to have the chicken pox any more.
M: But isn't it fun that you get to stay home from school and watch cartoons?
B: It's not fun any more. I have more fun at school. I want to go back to school.
Poor thing...she really is miserable.
Now...multiply what you see here at least 5 times and then place it EVERYWHERE on the body...arms, hands, fingers, feet, toes, legs, bum...everywhere and that's what I looked like when I was Brinley's age.
At the moment Brinley's is pretty consentrated to her trunk area with some on her arms and even less on her legs.