The good news is that Elliot seems to have finally gotten over his stomach virus. The bad news? He now has a pretty nasty cold. He was up almost all night crying again {just when I was finally catching up on my sleep}. Who knew a cold could be so tragic?! Of course, it didn't help that my aspirator basically stopped working so his nose was plugged up with green mucus {gross, I know} and we ran out of infant Advil. My mom thankfully went out and bought a bunch of stuff first thing this morning, so we seem to have the cold under control now. He HATES getting his nose sucked out, though!
To top it all off, my sore throat turned into a cough that scares the beejeezus out of Elliot in the middle of the night. I swear, every time his eyes closed, I coughed and woke him up again. At least I have my voice back, though... Elliot was creeped out by my muteness. I'm one of those moms who never stops talking to her baby... I talk him through everything we do. IE- "let's go change your diaper," "hold on, mommy's getting it," "here's your paci," etc. About a month ago, after I'd already been talking him through things for weeks, I read that it encourages language skills, so that's a plus. BUT when I lost my voice, Elliot kept looking at me, expecting me to say something, and it broke my heart.
Well, at least we're not missing anything outside, really... It was below zero last night and is still freezing out so it's not like I'd want to take Elliot anywhere anyways. I just want my happy, laid-back baby back!!
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