Well, it's been so long since I did an update that we got better, and are now sick again. Well, at least Sam is. J is lucky to be out West on business so he is not exposed to the icky rattling cough coming from a very uncomfortable little boy. I don't think it's anything too serious, just a chest cold, but I'm keeping my eye on it. No fever or anything. And the only time he's really miserable is right after waking up. He's never had a cough before and I think it's throwing him for a loop. He'll be laughing, which triggers a little cough fit, which then makes him cry. It's really heartbreaking. We've been nestled together on the couch most of the day watching some Winnie the Pooh. I have to admit the added cuddle-time and hugs are kinda nice. Is that horrible? That I love the increase in sweetness that occurs with the increase in mucus? And that he has been lying still for more than 7 seconds? But believe me, I would have him running around like a banshee, throwing wood blocks at the dog if it would get that raspy wet cough to go away.
But since that doesn't work, I'm more than happy to indulge the hugs.
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