Poor baby

The baby is sick.  Not just feverish sick, but runny nose, a horrible croup-like cough, and yesterday, he threw up on me.  Projectile.  His lunch of green beans and corn porridge.  YUCK!

I should have stayed home with him today when he was feeling so miserable, but no.  We had dinner plans with 6 other people.  We always said that we wouldn't be the kind of parents who live their lives centered around the baby.  So we stay late at a friend's home.  No biggie, the kid can sleep in the next room while we have dinner and play board games.  An early lunch with an old friend during baby's usual naptime?  Sure, he can stay up a little longer and we'll adjust accordingly.  We like being flexible and so far, it hasn't affected the baby because apparently, he's picked up the flex gene from us.  But today.  Oh, today.  I think he and I should have stayed home.

Not only was he miserable at the restaurant, but I think he made some fellow patrons miserable too.  His hacking cough is hard to ignore.  His swollen cheeks, crusty nose, and sad cry probably added to their non-pleasant dining experience.  What's worse is that I knew there was nothing I could do to make him feel better.  When we were at home, he was clingy and whiny.  Out and about, he was the same.  What is it about not being able to give babies cold medicine?  When we went to the doctor's office on Thursday, the doc just recommended using a humidifier (to moisten nasal passages) and elevating the bed (for the snot to drip down the back of the throat). Babies can cough and cough the mucus to break it up, but they don't know how to spit it out.  Hence, the continual cycle of hacking cough.  My poor baby.  I think I'll sleep in the rocker with him on my chest tonight.  Here's to hoping this bug goes away soon.