Sick baby

Poor Ava has her first real cold. She kind of started getting stuffy over the weekend, but Sunday night she kept waking up and I'd hear her snuffling and snorting on the monitor. She then proceeded to wake me up at 4:00 Monday morning. Ugh. Do you think that being up that early would mean I could actually do my hair and really get a lot done? I thought so too....but no such luck. I barely got to shower, and that was only because I let her fuss in her crib while I did so. There's just nothing more pitiful than a snotty baby. She was really clingy, but she didn't have a fever (the little pooper was laughing the whole time I was taking her temperature). For some reason, suctioning her nose cracked her up too. I would start suctioning one side, and then she'd open her mouth so it made like a darth vader noise, which made her laugh hysterically. So I figured if she was laughing, she must be ok for daycare.

It's funny the things that I would've normally found gross don't affect me in my child. She sneezes and I swoop in to wipe her snot. She needs mommy when I get home from work, and I snuggle her close, even though her nose is running and getting all over my work clothes. But as Austin pointed out, at least I was wearing green.