My baby has a stuffy nose. I hate that because I know how it feels. I don't like hearing my baby sound sad and pathetic and having the biggest sneezes ever with snot going everywhere. I don't like hearing him snoring and stirring, not getting a super-good-night's sleep.
At least he's got his puppy, blanket and knee-socks to keep him company for the night and keep him from waking all the way up. If I could crawl up in the crib with him and snuggle and wipe his nose for him all night, I'd already be there. Hmm...maybe I could make it work if I scrunch up my knees and turn my head a certain way?
Ah, motherhood.
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