There’s nothing worse than a baby / toddler with a cold. NOTHING. It produces 300 side effects you wouldn’t have dreamed of. For one a pillow as tall as the Eiffel Tower (to aid easy breathing) won’t suffice for the lil tyke to sleep in peace. No way…only mommy’s leg will do. So she can lie sprawled on the bed with her leg at an impossible, Kamasutric 45-degree angle (Is that a weird angle for a leg to be in?) that makes her spine scream for mercy and her hips shriek to high heaven. And of all the days the fella sleeps for an extra HOUR!
And of course that’s the least of it. Come Chinese Torture Time (read lunchtime) and I’m ready to weep. As I advance (menacingly) with cup and spoon, he violently turns his head away like I’m holding hot coals up to his face. I can almost hear him say “Nahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin” Bollywood-ishtyle.
That said, I guess he suffers a wee bit more than I do. Considering he gasps for breath and can’t swallow. So I’ll stop making this about me then.