the inevitable

Baby is sick. Snot flowing out of his nose, coughing all night long, not sleeping, not eating, generally miserable, SICK. ugh. I knew we had it coming after travelling for two weekends straight. I guess I'm lucky that this is the first time he's been really sick in his short life so far. He started coughing on Sunday, kept it up on Monday, and then last night it morphed into a fullblown horror show. Poor, poor baby. Nobody slept, and JC and I took turns trying to bulb suction out his little nose, with pretty much no success, as he would shriek and turn his head whenever we came within 3 feet of his face with the bulb syringe. And he is quick. And strong. Even with the two of us tag teaming, he was too wily. So now he just has literally rivers running down his face and his nose is all red. Poor guy! I feel so badly for him. Right now he is laying on the floor, looking at the TV. That is really how I know he's sick- I've never seen him just lie on the floor before. Never. Ever. Ugh. Hopefully this runs its course quickly.