So the gals in the household are all sick. My throat is burning and no amount of tea, broth, hot lemon with honey, or lozenges has been able to soothe it yet. Matilda woke up at 4am and couldn't settle back down. Every time she tried to nurse she would get frustrated with her stuffed nose. Put that on the list of glamorous things no one told you about parenting - a trail of snot running down your boob as the sick baby tries to nurse. Glorious.
Tim ended up taking her out into the living room for the rest of the night and rocking her back to sleep while I got a solid few hours. Now he is walking her around the neighborhood in the Bjorn, scaring passersby with the snot slugs on Matilda's face. She refuses to let us wipe her face and if we do manage a quick pass with the tissue she busts out crying like we've stabbed her.
Here's to hoping Tim doesn't get this crud (so he can keep spoiling us).
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