sick

Well, The Boy is sick. I'm still not sure of all the details because the worst of it has happened after bedtime. I'll know more tomorrow. Here's a cute story, though.

He was coughing a bit this evening before bed, and my ears perked up. The Babe has just gotten over a bronchitis, and has now relapsed into her cold; so the fact that The Boy was coughing was not lost on me. After he had awaken 3 separate times, and it was only 11:15 pm, I looked to see if I had any medicine I could give him. I have tons of cough medicine, mind you, from The Babe's bronchitis, but it is all formulated to her size and I am not comfortable giving it to The Boy. So, I searched and found some Tylenol Cold and Cough Infant Drops that do not expire until April. Yay!

I go into The Boy's room for the fourth time this evening, and I asked if he wanted some medicine to help him feel better. He nods yes, and opens his mouth right up. I gave him his 1.6 ml, and kiss him goodnight. He is looking very sleepy, and his eyes are rolling back into dreamland. He murmured something very quietly. I almost didn't hear him, and I'm not sure he knows he said it.

"My just love that medicine."

Poor little sweetie. I hope he feels better soon.