Sicky the B

It's finally happened. The B has her first little bug.

For those of you keeping up with the mister, I'm sure you know he's had a cough and a stuffy nose for awhile now. I've had the B out of our room at night (we're transitioning her into her own room and the crib right now, with a lot more results on the positive side than the negative) but it seems as though she's caught whatever her dad has.

I got my first clues yesterday, when she sounded kind of stuffy. During the night, she began to cough. A check of her temperature this morning revealed it was normal, and a call to her doctor indicated that I should only bring her in if her temperature elevated, if she got extra fussy, or if she began to refuse food.

I should add here that one of the more difficult things about being a parent includes the stuff you have to do with that little bulb syringe and some saline nasal spray when they get stuffy. I'm not sqeamish about it, that's not what I mean, but having to put that stuff in her nose with her looking at me as if to say, "I thought you liked me, mommy!" while I do it is a special sort of sad.

She has now started a very low-grade fever and is starting to get fussy, so I think I'll be taking her to the doctor tomorrow whenever they can fit me in. Poor little sleepy sick baby. Few things pull at the heartstrings like this does.