My poor boy has his first cold. It has been a great fear of my first-time-mom heart, and somehow we have made it over 3 months even in cold and flu season, even with both parents being teachers.
Even though it seems to be a minor cold, it is brutal to see him not feeling his best.
As is the usual for him, he is handling it really well and is mostly his happy and cheerful self. He always impresses me when I am ready and expecting for him to throw terrible fits and be cranky and dificult, he just isn´t. We seriously got lucky to have such an easy going, laid back soul.
It is quite possible that I am more upset by him being sick than he is, really. I know some of the anxiety of little things like this will fade as time goes on, but right now I´ll be sitting on my couch, snuggling my snotty little babe and being so grateful for his good health up to this point.