It took exactly three days of daycare for Little Boy to catch a cold. And another three days for him to give it to me. Thanks, kid. Consequently, we’ve been a house full of sick people for the past week. After the cold (or at least the worst part of the cold), there was the stomach bug. My husband and I spent that morning taking turns in the rocking chair, soothing our poor little sick baby to sleep on our shoulders.
I know we’re in for many repeats of this cycle as Little Boy’s immune system confronts a whole new world of germs. Ugh. Oh well, it has to happen sometime.