Everybody knows what a cold is. Yep, it's one of the easiest things to diagnose, as we've all had one and we're quite familiar with the symptoms.
Or so I thought.
Throw an exhausted mama and papa and an up-every-thirty-minutes, coughing and unable to breath baby into the mix and things just don't seem so clear at 2 a.m. It causes you to do things like run upstairs (in a major panic) to tell your own mom that you think your baby must be having an allergic reaction to the sunscreen she wore that day for the very first time. Or an allergic reaction to the 5 hours of beach time that caused invisible pieces of sand and creepy insects to take up residence in her lungs. You're crying, asking your husband if you should call 911 and trying everything in the book to make your baby relax, breath, and stop coughing to the point of vomiting (ya that happened, too). Awesome. I'm pretty sure that "LACK OF SLEEP" and "IMAGINATION" are BFF's. Yes, little sleep does wonders for the imagination. (I was advised NOT to dial 911, ha!).
So after four more up and down hours with Nory, she "woke up" (if you can call it that) with some glossy eyes, a running nose, and a big struggle to get air in and out. It's like a little Darth Vader hatched. Not cute.
So, Nory has a cold. Her very first one. She may fool our daytime visitors into thinking she's A-OKAY, but come to our house for a no-sleep-over and you'll get the picture. Phil and I are on little (this is an understatement) sleep. We've been using nasal spray to help clear her passageways but she has quite the "prevent mom and dad from getting that thing close to either nostril" reflex. If only our wee one had a "blow the nose" reflex. Oh well.
In the middle of the night, when you go into her bedroom and find her whimpering, squirmy and trying like mad to breath, she almost makes you feel bad for that mean old D.V. Ha! Yes, little sleep does wonders for the imagination.
Please send Nory some GET WELL SOON vibes! Plane travel is near ;)
Or so I thought.
Throw an exhausted mama and papa and an up-every-thirty-minutes, coughing and unable to breath baby into the mix and things just don't seem so clear at 2 a.m. It causes you to do things like run upstairs (in a major panic) to tell your own mom that you think your baby must be having an allergic reaction to the sunscreen she wore that day for the very first time. Or an allergic reaction to the 5 hours of beach time that caused invisible pieces of sand and creepy insects to take up residence in her lungs. You're crying, asking your husband if you should call 911 and trying everything in the book to make your baby relax, breath, and stop coughing to the point of vomiting (ya that happened, too). Awesome. I'm pretty sure that "LACK OF SLEEP" and "IMAGINATION" are BFF's. Yes, little sleep does wonders for the imagination. (I was advised NOT to dial 911, ha!).
So after four more up and down hours with Nory, she "woke up" (if you can call it that) with some glossy eyes, a running nose, and a big struggle to get air in and out. It's like a little Darth Vader hatched. Not cute.
So, Nory has a cold. Her very first one. She may fool our daytime visitors into thinking she's A-OKAY, but come to our house for a no-sleep-over and you'll get the picture. Phil and I are on little (this is an understatement) sleep. We've been using nasal spray to help clear her passageways but she has quite the "prevent mom and dad from getting that thing close to either nostril" reflex. If only our wee one had a "blow the nose" reflex. Oh well.
In the middle of the night, when you go into her bedroom and find her whimpering, squirmy and trying like mad to breath, she almost makes you feel bad for that mean old D.V. Ha! Yes, little sleep does wonders for the imagination.
Please send Nory some GET WELL SOON vibes! Plane travel is near ;)
Aw Chicken. Get well soon. I love you. xo
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