Jack is still my tiny sick-y bean. But he is a happy sick-y bean. So that is working for us. We started a decongestant, to see if the cough is just from the tons and tons of snot he is producing, or if he is sicker than we would like to think he is. He has been fan-freakin'-tastic through all of this; it is I who has lost her mind. Each and every sneeze, cough, noise...sets me off. I keep having dreams where I am trying to call for an ambulance and when I open my mouth to say, "Come now my son has RSV!" nothing comes out. (yeah, I would like to think my crazy was a bit more creative, but it looks like I am just run of the mill.) So I am jumpy and on edge...and now the dog has the cold too. So, I keep hearing these weird sneezes and coughs...and it is the dog (Bailey). You know, sometimes it is the smallest thing that makes me feel like I am about to go over the edge. Stupid colds.
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