Today phoebe and carter accompanied me on a newborn shoot. We drove 45 minutes to get there and realized while I was trying to buy us lunch that I had forgotten my purse at home. So we went to the photo shoot hungry for lunch, except for some gluten free crackers and applesauce I had brought for carter. About an hour into the shoot phoebe was standing next to me holding a reflector and I looked over at her in time to notice her face was white as a sheet including her lips. She started to fall (faint) and I caught her. I picked her up and she was stiff as a board. Her eyes were open but no one was home. She was making a really scary sound and shaking. I put her down on the carpet and tried to get her coherent. About a minute later and what seemed like an eternity, she finally came back. She said she was going to throw up, so I picked her back up and ran her to the bathroom. Oh joy. We sat on the bathroom floor in front of the toilet mopping her forehead with a wet cloth. She didn't have a fever. It hit me then that she has the curse of low blood sugar problem that I have and Logan has too.
I asked the people whose house we were at if they would make phoebe a peanut butter and jelly sandwich or maybe they offered. I don't remember. But phoebe sat and ate a sandwich and drank a huge glass of water and was instantly better.
It was very scary. We love our Phoebe-weebie! !
