Baby's first cold
Another week has flown by and I’m left wondering where those 10 080 minutes all went. I used to think that mums who didn’t work must have SO much free time… little did I know that there is no such thing as free time when you’re a mum. At least there’s not when you have a baby daughter who is severely challenged in the napping department.
The week began with me waking up feeling like I’d been hit by a truck… sore throat, head full of snot and all the lethargy. Luckily, my surroundings were looking pretty good as Anthony and I had just moved back into our freshly painted bedroom after a fortnight of sleeping in the spare room. The spare room has a double bed in it and it’s brought me to the realisation that double beds aren’t really for two people… or maybe we are just giants. Yes I think that’s it, actually.
We spent a beautiful Sunday with family at Anthony’s parent’s house celebrating the birthdays of his nephew and dad. So much delicious food outside in the sun, surrounded by good company and great conversation. Every time we have a family gathering I’m reminded of how lucky I am that I actually enjoy spending time with my relos and in-laws. I know not everyone can say that.
Monday came around and I was looking about as healthy as Britney Spears looked in 2007 (not very). Plans were cancelled, pyjamas remained on and many lemon teas were consumed. I tried to breathe as seldom as possible for fear of my filthy germs making their way on to baby Chlo. By Wednesday afternoon, I was starting to come back to life when I noticed a single, glistening strand of mucus making its way out of Chloe’s left nostril. Uh oh. Baby girl had caught her first cold.
It didn’t take long for Chloe to notice that she wasn’t feeling quite as spritely as usual. My poor babe was uncomfortable and she wanted me to know about it. She was so congested that she couldn’t breathe or eat properly. Her cough was violent and full of phlegm and her temperature had sorn to 38.2’C. The only thing that would console her temporarily was the boob. Then being carried around the house. Then some more boob. My little koala only got worse during the night. I watched her on the baby monitor, miserably thrashing around her cot, her usually peaceful twelve hour slumber broken by sneezing and coughing fits.
A trip to the doctor on Thursday morning confirmed it was just a common cold virus and the only way to deal was to keep her as comfortable as possible. This has proved more difficult than it sounds. You know when you’re sick and nothing can possibly make you comfortable? The only thing that has worked in stopping the tears is keeping her distracted, constantly. It has been exhausting to say the least. Hopefully we are nearing the end of it.
What are your go-to methods for dealing with a sick baby? Help me. Please?
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