Today Sam is 7 months old, and he has his first official truly snotty nose. What a nice birthday present! I felt bad because I had to work the first day he's been sick, but dad did a good job of watching him. The good thing is, other than waking up last night at 12:30, 4:30, etc, he's been in a good mood. I knew he wasn't feeling well last night when he refused the last few ounces of THE BOTTLE. He has never in his short life refused THE BOTTLE. So last night, Bill and I kinda looked at each other like, "what do we do now?" It's pretty funny what you worry about as new parents. I just remind myself of my nurse-knowledge....he's breathing, he's not blue, he's not projectile vomiting, he's pooping and peeing....he's fine....don't get freaked out.
So there you go...another episode in a new mom's life.
peace out.
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