Sick baby Eleanor

Poor E has her worst cold to date. She'd had a runny nose for a handful of days, but on Saturday she woke up with that horrible kiddo cough that just hurts your heart every time you hear it. Add a low grade fever and snot that wouldn't quit and we had ourselves one sad and run down bug. The worst was the crying that you could tell was for no reason other just feeling like CRAP. And very little made it better.
Saturday night we were faced with a bit of a dilemma. We put her down at her normal time, but by 10:30 she up was, stuffy, crying and pretty much unable to be consoled. She was exhausted but wanted to be held and desperately needed to sleep. The problem we have is that she has been an AWESOME sleeper. Like, the best it gets...when she's in a crib. But because she's been such a great crib sleeper, she won't sleep anywhere but a crib. Not in bed with us, not on the floor, not on a couch, nowhere. Aside from the very few times that selfishly I've wanted to lay down with her and snuggle, when she's sick this is a huge problem because that makes it nearly impossible to hold her and sleep.
We decided to turn her bedroom floor into one giant pallet, and that night Brad and I camped in E's room so that whenever she woke up, we could stick a hand through the crib slats to calm her down, hold her hand, and sing to her. At one point around 3:30 am I was up trying even to get her to sleep in her recliner which worked for awhile...needless to say it was a loooong night.
The next day she did magically fall asleep on our pallet for about 30 minutes, which I managed to snap a pic of. And then later that afternoon, I resorted to hopping in her crib and snuggling her to get her to go down.
The things we do for our kids.