Oliver and I have caught a cold. I'm very thankful that it's mild, but poor Ollie still seems miserable.
He's sleeping a lot during the day, which is quite a change, but when he's awake, he's crying. I just hold him, smooch him and love him. Oliver is also only eating in small amounts, which is unusual for him. I think it's because he's phlegmy.
Even with the virus, he's insisting I hold him for his naps. I tried to lay next to him in hopes I could catch a nap, too. He woke up about 30 seconds later, screaming. I picked him up, and as soon as I did, he burrowed against my shoulder and fell back asleep. And so it is, I'm back at the computer, typing one-handed, as Oliver catches some much needed sleep in my arms.
He's sleeping a lot during the day, which is quite a change, but when he's awake, he's crying. I just hold him, smooch him and love him. Oliver is also only eating in small amounts, which is unusual for him. I think it's because he's phlegmy.
Even with the virus, he's insisting I hold him for his naps. I tried to lay next to him in hopes I could catch a nap, too. He woke up about 30 seconds later, screaming. I picked him up, and as soon as I did, he burrowed against my shoulder and fell back asleep. And so it is, I'm back at the computer, typing one-handed, as Oliver catches some much needed sleep in my arms.
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