I guess its safe to say both parties are kind of miserable. It's a nasty cycle.
I feel sad for her. Sad that she can't sleep well. Sad that she is coughing.non.stop. Sad that she wants nothing to do with solid foods, which she normally gobbles up. Sad that her nose is running non-stop, that her cough is physically exhausting to her, or that she wheezes when she breathes.
I've been trying to keep this in perspective.
I'm beyond grateful that her health, besides a few colds, ear infections, etc hasn't been anything 'serious'. It's safe to say my world would absolutely crumble if it were something really serious.
So, I'm going to count my blessings.
She's still smiling. Most the time. The girl will smile through her tears, and that's just one of the gazillion reasons I love her to death. She's still blowing happy raspberries with her mouth. Crawling around like a little champ, pulling up on things, feeding her puppy from her highchair (even though we tell her no, and holy cow, discipline is starting already? hold me...), and playing with her toys.
Since she's so active, she pretty much wants no cuddle time with me, ever. Maybe thats why I consider nursing to be so special for us...she's still and pretty calm in my arms for 5-10 minutes a few times a day. And that? Is special to me.
But when she's sick? Silver lining.....she's a cuddle bug. She gets extra bath time, because, let's be honest--the steam helps, and? She's happy as a clam in the tub. She stays up extra late, and gets cuddle time with her da-da.
|Yep. We both look as tired as we feel. Don't judge my unshowered, un-made-up-self.|
Now, if you'll excuse me...we're off to the Pediatrician.....again.
Is it Springtime yet?