Last night poor Ben woke up in a meltdown with a stuffy nose which made it hard for him to breathe. He went from 0 to 100 in a crying, coughing, fit from which he was unconsolible. Of course it didnt help that I was playing the plumber role with the aspirator as we dodged and weaved trying to get it in his nostril.
The little niblet had tears streaming down his face, which led to tears in my eyes as I tried to rock him back to sleep. Finally my singing calmed him down (see Matt dont mock my voice) and he drifted off to sleep for a few hours (in the car seat of course!). I couldnt help but think... oh boy... here starts a lifetime of colds, infections, and my own heartbreaks.