Ok, so yeah, we got through the 6 month doctor's appointment on exactly PDG's 6 month birthday. J-Man was the one who was there to hug and hold little guy after his shots. I was there to pick him up from daycare and snuggle him. The next day when he started running a fever like he often does, I rushed right after 7th period to give him even more snuggles.
So when the next day he woke up with a little congestion, I figured it was still just the shots messing things up.
Nope.
Hello cold season.
According to Ms. S. at daycare, congestion and teething often go hand in hand. Since by Monday he wasn't contagious and he was still laughing and playing, we went ahead and kept taking him all week long.
Of course, no one was sleeping.
Not PDG, because he'd get so snot-filled that we'd have to hold him upright, which would just tease him, or we'd have to do the saline-and-suction one-two punch which made him scream bloody murder. Nursing was unpleasant because he'd have to stop to breathe better. The usual 10 minute tummy refill became multiple struggles lasting sometimes an hour or more at a time.
Not J-Man either because he hates being sick and has particularly fickle sinuses. Add those to stressful commission-job days and he was wide awake.
And not mama because for the very few moments between a hacking husband and crying, sniffling son, I had my own sore throat and stuffiness to handle.
It was a doozy of a week. We are finally breathing well again and, would you believe it, Ms. S was totally right. If you feel along PDG's bottom gum, there's a rough little patch poking through that just so happens to be his very first tooth!
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