Poor little baby

It's 4:30 in the afternoon, and Adriana is currently taking her sixth nap of the day. The poor little girl is battling her second illness in two weeks. Last time it was a stomach virus (I had wondered how I would tell the difference between spitting up and throwing up; turns out that when it's the latter, it becomes abundantly clear). This time it's a cold, which has stuffed up her nose and given her a fever. Both times she got sick about two days after I took her to something with other babies and let her crawl around with them. I guess part of "learning to be human," as I keep calling her development, is building up some immunity. This cold, in my opinion, is preferable to the stomach virus, as it requires a lot less laundry on my part, and she is nursing every hour, so I'm not worried about dehydration. Still, it's sad to have a sick baby. We've spent a lot of time today in the rocking chair, with her legs wrapped around my waist as she rests her head on my chest. I won't deny that I like the snuggles. I just wish the little monkey didn't feel so bad.