My little guy has a cough. A big cough. Croup to be exact. It is so disappointing to have a child not feel well. The most important thing to me right now is to make everything better. Unfortunately, all I can do is force-feed his medicine twice a day. Think about the last time you pinned down a baby to make him take medicine. I have just as much antibiotic in my hair as he has in his tummy. Yuck.
After a long weekend and an even longer Monday of a sick husband and sick baby, I'm ready for a break. We took Cullen for his first "sick appointment" at the doctor yesterday. We spent two and a half excruciating hours there, and now all we can do is wait for better health. I think our lowest point was having to hold him still for a breathing treatment that didn't help at all.
I've spent a large majority of my day today sterilizing things. Bottles, pacifiers, sheets, towels, loveys... I also learned the very important lesson of never washing a lovey while a baby is asleep. He fell to sleep with it and woke up to find his frog gone. I've never heard him scream so loud. How does a three month old become so attached to something? Now I'm finding a new challenge in finding more loveys. We need backups!
The good news is that I have managed to stay somewhat healthy through this whole ordeal. I have done my best to keep up with the needs of my "dependents." Maybe this weekend, we can relax!
Assuming Cullen feels better before his next doctor appointment on Thursday, we will be going to the Houston Rodeo Cookoff on Saturday. I really hope things work out, because Cullen has a great outfit with boots to wear. Let's all pray for a speedy recovery for so many reasons!