Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Blech: The Plague

I've come down with a cold. It's not nasty or really that horrible though I do feel like roasted death that's been left out to sit for too long. My head hurts and my nose is runnier than The Gingerbread Man but I'll be fine. Laura was wonderful and grabbed me some DayQuil for while I'm watching the little girl and some NyQuil for when I want to go to sleep tonight. Yay!

But watching the little girl is what has me worried.

She's being fantastic today, I have to admit. No fussing, just relaxing and letting me know when she's hungry or needs a change. She does want to be held though.

You know what I don't want?

A sick baby.

You know what holding this little girl is probably going to lead to?

A sick baby.

But if I don't hold her, she cries. But if she gets sick she'll cry lots, AND I'll have to use that snot-sucky thing. Ew.

The only solution I see is to let her cry. It's for her own good!

What?


2 comments:

  1. She'd probably cry if you wore a surgical mask, too...but it's an idea.

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    1. It's not a bad idea but honestly? I can't stand having those things on. They make me feel like I can't breathe and I get claustrophobic even though I'm normally not.

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