Lucas had a cold at the end of last week that made its way into Miles' body. Last Sunday night found us on the nurse's line for our pediatrician asking about tylenol because Miles had a fever of 102.1. Of course after we gave the tylenol, Miles threw up. And that was the beginning of a week of snot and vomit. We switched to Motrin because Miles handles it better but he does not handle having a blocked nose, getting his nose sucked out, not being able to suck on the pacifier because his nose is blocked, mucus in his throat or coughing. All of these things cause crying. And crying sometimes exacerbates the coughing. And coughing inevitably leads to vomit.
Poor little sad sack, covered in vomit, eyes red and bleary and all he wants is a hug. All I want is not to have to change my clothes for the fifteenth time today.
He threw up so much this week that our house had the subtle smell of a bar bathroom after a particularly raucous night.
And now, after all my talk of a strong immune system, I am down and out. This baby-mutated super cold has moved into my head and chest and it has unpacked. It's here to stay. I look like rudolph but it's the wrong holiday!
Oh, well. The joys of parenting. This is the first of many, I'm sure.
Here's our sick-a-face this week (pictures are limited due to the general fatigue of being sick):
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| Fishing for cats |
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| This may be the cutest thing in the whole world |
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| More fishing. Super concentrated on fishing. |
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| Under the table, playing with stuff |
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| Cute little kid in a big basket chair |
Aww! I hope the whole family feels better soon.
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