Bean has her first cold.
Last night we put Bean to bed (in her crib!) at her usual time and she seemed fine. She woke up at 9:00 crying pitifully, and completely stuffed up. One of her "colleagues" in the infant room had been out sick with a cold earlier this week, so we knew immediately what we were up against. I brought her to our bed to spend the night.
Poor Bean was up snorting and nursing and whimpering throughout the night, and around 3:00 a.m. she started to develop a low-grade fever. At 6:00 a.m. I gave in and gave her a little bit of baby tylenol so that she could finally get some rest. No dice. She decided that cherry-flavored tylenol suspension means it's time to play, so she charmed me out of bed and talked me into playing "eat the feet" on the carpet.
Husband and Bean are now finally napping on the bed with (a very stinky) Pup. The doctor claims that 99.5 is a "mild" (Ha!) fever and I'm not to worry unless she seems distressed.
Poor Bean is snoring like an old man.
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