I'm sitting on the couch snuggling with my little space heater who is snoring like Darth Vadar. Poor Greyson has a cold, his first. Despite all of his low grade fever, coughing, sneezing and faucet-like leaking from this nose, he actually was in a pretty decent mood. Seriously, his vaccinations have brought on grumpier moods than this cold has.
It all started Friday when I noticed the poor guy's voice sounded a little scratchy. Saturday it was apparent that he was congested and by mid-day he had a temp around 100. I started asking around about tips and tricks to help keep baby comfortable and by Sunday morning I was frantically calling around to see what do for Grey. We've spent the whole day hanging out next to the humidifier or in the steamed up bathroom. The little boy has only been able to sleep if he had someone holding him. We're expecting he'll need to stay home tomorrow.
I'll leave you with a peak of our little invalid having a little play time with Momma.
Oh I am so sorry for little Greyson. It sounds like you are doing everything you can to keep him comfortable. Hugs to you both:)
ReplyDeletepoor baby. poor mama. How are you doing back to work? My mom said you are the sweetest little mama with the sweetest little guy! Any chance you'll take a MN trip in the next decade or so? : )
ReplyDeleteohh the life of a baby. can i hang out in that swing for a while??
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