Collin woke up late this morning, which was a welcome surprise for this Mama. I am definitely not a morning person. He then refused breakfast, but accepted a bottle of milk. Ethan (Greg's grandson) is visiting, so I decided to allow it since Collin was eager to play with him. Halfway through his bottle, he decided to vomit all over my couch & rug....& then to vomit again....& then once more for good measure.
This was my very first experience as a Mama with puke. Not spit up....puke.
Not the way I like to start off my morning...er, mid-morning.
Since then, he has been lethargic, running a fever, coughing & sneezing.
I'm 99.9% sure he has a cold.
Everyone gets a cold sooner or later.
I know this fact, but every time Collin gets sick, my brain goes into a panicky frenzy. I get anxiety over him having some crazy bug that comes only from the jungles in Africa & that he will suffer a torturous, miserable, slow, painful death....from
African Lizard Flu a cold.
I'm pretty sure this is the same for all Moms...right. Right? Right?!?!?!?!
My sick baby boo. iPhone picture because he was OMGWHINY! Typical male.
Whose kid is this? Not mine. This laying down thing is unheard of!
You have to admit, our humidifier is cute!
I had to remove his changing pad to make room for the massive elephant that can't fit anywhere else.
One thing I do know for sure. The cool mist humidifier has officially been taken from it's normal storage space in Collin's dresser cabinet & is out for the cold season...
...& that Mama is in for one long night.