I skipped lunch so I could leave early and take Nora to the GP. Her cough hasn’t gotten any better. The GP asked me if I want Nora to see a specialist. I decided that it might be best.

Poor little mite.

My mom told me that Nora cried this morning. My mom will bring her to the window so we could wave at each other. Today, when we left her sight… she cried.

My poor baby…