The little angel has her first ear infection. I suppose we should be happy she made it to almost ten months before she got one. She has the goop for the eyes and the dreaded Pink Stuff. She does not like either one, but she has more control over the pink stuff - she can always vomit that back up if she doesn't like it.
Nothing breaks my heart more than to go into her bedroom in the middle of the night and see her sitting up in her crib, crying. Not wiping away her tears, not hiding her head, but crying the way only little kids and the truly despondant can cry. Someday in the future she'll learn to shield me and others from seeing how sad she really is, but for now, she just cries.