“They’re becoming more frequent.” Courtney pinches the bridge of her nose like she has a headache of her own. “We should take her to another doctor.”
I lay a hand on her shoulder, offering a small amount of comfort. “I’m sure she’s just growing.”
“All kids grow. Not all kids get crippling migraines,” she snaps. I can see immediately that she regrets it and opens her mouth to apologize, but I hold up a hand to stop her.
“No, I’ll do it. Olivia is asleep, and you two both look exhausted,” I say to Barbara and Courtney. “Get some rest. I’ll sit with Tati tonight.”
Courtney tries to argue, but I pull her into a hug and smile at the nanny. “Thank you. We appreciate it.”
“It’s my job,” Barbara says, waving us off as she goes to get a heating pad.
As soon as she’s gone, Courtney turns on me
