Well time is moving along and we are STILL sick here. Coen finally seemed to be on the mend after a VERY crank weekend (last weekend), then he woke up the next day with a runny nose. Now he's been coughing a lot at night and just has yucky things coming out of his nose. And tonight my throat is sore, leaving me to believe I am catching his cold. Really?
Last night he was coughing a lot after we put him to bed. I was worried, but didn't want to go in and risk waking him up. Learned that lesson when we went in his room while he was napping and he woke up and wouldn't go back to sleep.
As I was getting ready for bed, I realized I hadn't heard him cough for awhile. I had a moment of panic, similar to those I experienced when he was a newborn and sleeping. I worried that he had choked on his mucous and was quiet because he was dead. I was frozen in fear, so much that I couldn't even go check on him.
Then in the morning, Sierra came running into our room and woke me up by staring at me. She had this look on her face like something was wrong, and I panicked again. I thought she was going to tell me she went into Coen's room to put her pull up in the diaper genie (yes she still wears pull ups to bed and more often than not pees in them....that's another topic entirely) and he wasn't moving or something.
And then I heard him cough. Never thought I'd feel that much relief from having my sick baby cough...again.
I hate how anxious and overprotective I am. I guess it is never going to change either.
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