I can hear him snuffling through the baby monitor as I type. He's been fine in the mornings, but becoming increasingly snotty and irritable throughout the day, with a slight temperature by bedtime. This evening he cried and cried and cried - even the breastfeeding magic didn't work. Eventually I rocked him to sleep in the rocking chair.
If he could talk, I'm sure he would utter what Noah considers one of my catch phrases: "I don't like being poorly!"
Praying that he gets well soon.
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