Sickness, colon open brackets

It was bound to happen at some point. Lack of sleep. Seasons changing. You know the drill - time to break out the Kleenex. Well, two Wednesdays ago, we both got a little sick. Well, I got a little sick while Holly's little sickness morphed into yet another bout of croup by early Thursday. After consultations with Telehealth, the local 24-hour drugstore and the nurse at the hospital (quote:"honey, it's not croup" - man someone needs to familiarize those nurses with Holly's chart!), we finally gave ourselves the OK to use a Ventolin inhaler. Good thing, as it seemed to do the trick. Holly was a real trooper, continuing with all of the feedings etc. while seeing her croup gradually transform into a head cold and then disappear after about a week. My "uh-oh, any day now this is going to get bad" sickness finally got bad yesterday and now here I sit at a 2:30 feeding with some coughs and a bit of sniffles. The only cool thing about this feeding is that the wind is somehow blowing at 54 km/h gusting to 69 km/h. Where are we, Florida? No, too cold.

Anyway, Max has been almost completely unaffected by all of this. About three days ago, he got a little congested. It doesn't seem to have affected him much except to make his breathing noisier. He's been introduced to our friend, Mr. Nasal Bulb (kind of like a mini turkey baster for slurping goodies out of his nose), but he hasn't met Mrs. Saline Spray yet. It's amazing to me that when a breastfeeding mother is sick, she passes all of her antibodies through to the baby, making it less likely that the baby gets sick from whatever she has. No guarantees on protection from what Dad gets, but I don't think I can wash my hands more often (I swear they're pruny even while dry!) and, although it's killing me, I'm trying to be face-to-face a little less often with the little angel.

Eventually, this will all pass and we'll all be 100% again. Well, at least for a day or two:)