It Was Bound To Happen

Ella has her first cold.  Now that she is in daycare, it was bound to happen, sooner or later.  I just didn't realize it would be quite so soon.

I guess I can't blame it on being in daycare entirely.  I also exposed myself to all sorts of germs by going back to work, and I'm also sick.  So I don't know if she gave it to me, or if I gave it to her.  Either way, I guess it was bound to happen.  So we're both staying home today to heal, and hopefully we'll both be ready to return to our regular activities tomorrow.

Looking back, I guess it started with just a little cough from her on Thursday morning.  I figured that maybe she got a little milk down the wrong tube, or perhaps it was just the dry air.  But she had a few more little coughs on Friday, and then I started feeling that undeniable tickle in my throat.  That tickle developed into a full-blown head cold for me, and I turned into a coughing, sniffling mess.  Despite my attempts to wash away the germs and cough into the crook of my elbow, she's in close contact when she nurses.  I guess I could have tried to feed her bottles, but we were visiting my parents and I hadn't brought the pump for just the weekend.

So now I have a snotty, sleepy, sick baby who is happy enough--until I go after her boogers with the nasal aspirator.  I called to speak with the triage nurse at her pediatrician's office, just to make sure there isn't anything else I should be doing.  She assured me that I was caring for Ella properly, and told me what to look for in case the cold got any worse.  Poor thing.

Even though she is sick now, it was a huge blessing that she was okay for the flights home and back from my sister-in-law's baby shower.  I was so scared that she would be upset on the plane, but she pretty much slept entirely through both flights.  She was the perfect travel companion.