My Lil Sickie Boy.

Daddy, Asher and I barely slept last night. In fact, last night was worse than the other night. He was coughing so bad that he would cry in the middle of his sleep. He had a hard time finding the position he'd be most comfortable at. I lost count how many times we're awakened by his coughing/crying fits. And with us, not feeling so well also (hubby still has cough while I just got colds, too), we couldn't do anything but rub his chest and back and cuddle and comfort him. My heart's so heavy seeing him so uncomfortable. If only there's a way to just take away and transfer his discomforts to me, I would have long do that.

Appetite wise, he's still as voracious as he is. He's drinking his milk well and he consumed the pureed squash and sayote I cooked for him. He's also as happy, active and mobile as his normal self. So it's just that bad cough while he sleeps that's giving him a tough time. I really hope and pray he gets well soon.