I thought the little cold you and I picked up in Florida would move out quickly once we got home and back on some sort of routine and rest schedule. Not so, it appears. This morning you were particularly cranky and felt warm to me. You had a 99.9 temp that steadily rose to 102.5. I gave you half a dose of Tylenol just to take the edge off in the hopes that you would last until closer to nap-time for the full dose of Motrin. Well, there was no such thing as a nap-time today, lil man. You crawled up to me while I was washing your bottles, climbed up my legs, laid your head on my left leg and started to cry. That was pretty much how the entire day went. You were clingy and crabby and whiny and groany. You must’ve felt awful. You snoozed in the sling on me with stuffy nose and labored breathing from 9 til 11. I did get you to eat a decent amount, but you’ve had no interest in your bottle all day. I think the stuffy nose makes sucking from a bottle intolerable. Your fever was back up to 102.5 tonight, rising as it tends to do before bedtime. I think I will go to bed early in case this is a long night and sleep lightly with the Tylenol near. I love you, lil bug, and it hurts me to see you like this. Rest well and feel better.
