Well, J has bronchiolitis. Nothing serious. He has a cough and a sore throat, and he's a bit congested. T and I went for dinner with L&P tonight. J has been really warm and sleepy for the last couple of days, and he started coughing late last night. But he was ok this evening, so we figured the worst was over and we could go out.
But on the way home, J started crying and coughing again, and T got nervous (paranoid new mom) and insisted we take him to a doctor. Fortunately, all seems to be ok. They want us to watch him for about a week and, if the cough persists, he'll get checked out again. In the meantime, they prescribed Triaminic infant drops.
We went to the pharmacy to pick up the prescription (which they don't make any more - and it was an over the counter medicine anyway - but that's a whole other story). Anyway, while T was in the store, J started fussing, so I climbed in the backseat with him and proceeded to tell him the tale of Goldilocks and the Three Bears.
"Then Goldilocks tried the first bowl of porridge. And do you know what happened next?" And that was when J puked on me.
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I bet you'll never look at a bowl of porridge the same way again. xP
Puking should be some sort of olympic sport. Then at least J would have a medal to show for all of his efforts.
I must go and shower ... again ... plus wash my sheets, his sheets, and our clothes. Man, did he ever get me good this morning!
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