Jada has been sick for most of the time we've had her. Apparently, she caught a cough and cold the morning of our first encounter. We continued giving her the medications they had started giving her, and then switched to Tylenol Cough and Cold as well as Benadryl at times. This nagging ailment, plus all the gastric stuff going around our travel group, made for a miserable baby at times: coughing fits, vomiting, and general discomfort. One night, Amy and I were struggling to get her to bed after a long and tiring day. She began to cough, rub her eyes, and cry, as we wondered what was causing her discomfort: teething, the sharp pain of little lungs coughing, and/or an upset stomach. As we held her and prayed over her, both of us began to tear up. It truly pained us to see such a little one, our little one, suffer so. I think we were also weary, as well as feeling a profound sense of helplessness in doing anything for our baby, since we didn't understand what she wanted and probably couldn't do much about it even if we could understand. Oh, how it pained us to see her suffer.