Yeah, it's 2:36 in the morning; Sammy just had a bottle. I am congested, and it feels like I swallowed a ball of wax paper.
Last night I woke in a startling cough that lasted several minutes...enough to even wake Matt, which is highly unusual. If I need to get him up from now on, I'll cough. I got out of bed to get water, and right as I passed Sam's room I felt the dreaded tickle again. I covered my mouth with both hands and ran to the bathroom and cough-attacked into a towel. The things moms do.
Sam had his shots today - KILLED ME. His huge blue eyes looked like the sea in a thunderstorm, poor little lad. I held his hand, kissed his little cheeks and shook his favorite lion rattle while we both beared the pain. The pediatrician told me I needed a flu shot while I was there, and I had a horrified "Terms of Endearment" moment, but luckily no lump. Just the sore throat, cough, breathing passage out of one nostril only. Sam and I, we're survivors.
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