Thursday, February 24, 2011
I suppose it was inevitable. Living in closed quarters with a three-year-old who coughs on everyone and wipes his nose on just about every surface in the house, the baby was bound to catch his sickness.
Up until yesterday Oliver just had a little bit of a runny nose, but then last night it hit him hard. He was crying inconsolably for hours, having crazy coughing fits that would make him throw up. His nose started running like crazy, making it hard for him to breathe and nurse. I think I probably got a combined 3-4 hours of sleep last night because Ollie would only sleep if I was standing and rocking him. Luckily my good friends Tylenol and Motrin have helped him catch some z's, but I'm afraid the next couple of days are going to be awful.
I hate when my babies are sick. I feel so helpless and sooo exhausted. Hopefully both little ones are back to full health soon.