Well this explains the fussiness of last week. He got my cold, and apparently often when they are the most uncomfortable (sore throat, aches and pains, etc.) they don’t have symptoms we can see, so we just chalked it up to a growth spurt and decided to give him shots on top of a cold. Torture!
He developed nasal and chest congestion suddenly last night and that’s what we’ve been dealing with for the last 24 hours. He’s in very good spirits, although sleepier and cuddlier than usual. We’re steaming and humidifying and nose saline-ing and, best of all, Nosefrida-ing! This is the snot sucker to end all snot suckers, and man is it satisfying. Rather than sticking a blue bulb up his nose and sucking blindly, hoping that some mucus came out and is now hiding in the bulb, the Frieda has a clear tube you stick on the outside of baby’s nostril, with a soft, smaller tube attached that mama sucks from to coax the boogs out. You can see all the action, and you control the suckage. It’s disgustingly genius, and actually enjoying this task officially makes me a mother.
This morning Ian hated it and by this evening I think he began to understand that the Frieda is his friend. He held his head still and gave a little laugh after I was done with each nostril. Either that or he was just happy to be on the changing pad. Apparently I can do anything to him on the changing pad and he’s cool. I’ll have to remember that when I’m trying to help him with math homework…
It’s terrifying to hear him cough. The idea of my baby struggling for air makes me want to swoop him up in my arms every time he makes a sound, but I’m trying to let him rest in the co-sleeper. I’ve elevated his head slightly with an extra blanket folded beneath his crib pad. My plan is to have husband come in and sleep with him until he wakes to feed so I can sleep hard.