Momma J and I live in constant wonderment about how lucky we are. Even when the little guy is sick he doesn’t put up much of a fuss.
In the past couple of days the little guy hasn’t been himself. When left alone, instead of playing with his jungle-gym thingy, he lays on the floor and whines. Being dull parents with too much child time on our hands, we’ve analyzed the crap out of his behaviour, thinking it may be a sign that he is growing up and getting bored with the tiny apartment we live in.
However, after a meltdown at his great grandma’s this afternoon that resulted in some heavy coughing, we realized he must finally have caught our germs.
Considering the fact we have both been sick twice in December, it is pretty amazing that he hasn’t fallen victim to our colds earlier. In the past few weeks, we’ve both been waiting for him to fall ill because he isn’t breast feeding that much, nor is there much room around this place to avoid one another.
Now that we think he’s sick – you can never be sure, cause he can’t tell us – we are once again amazed at how good he is. Yes he’s fussy. And yes he’s not himself. But he’s relatively easy to deal with, and for the most part he is just sleeping and eating a heck of a lot more.
I’ve read this could last seven to 10 days, which could be a little trying. Nevertheless, I find that it’s kind of nice to finally face some adversity in parenting because I’m pretty sure there is going to be a whole lot more to come.