It's Snot Funny

LadyBug has had a cold for eight weeks. Eight! Don't worry, I took her to the doc after three weeks and they said she'd have to just work through it. It did go away, just to return with vengence.

No one tells you that when your baby gets a cold, all that sweetness and goodness just goes right down the toilet. Talk about fussy! But, then again, I guess I would be too, if I couldn't blow all that snot out my nose. Poor ladybug has to just sit and let that crap run down at its own leisurely pace. Yesterday while feeding her, it funneled right into her mouth. A new strain of baby food was created - fruit n' phlegm. Mmmmmm. She didn't seem to mind too much.

I had enough, though, when as I was holding her and I looked down on my arm and it was covered in green snot. The damn had released and it flowed right onto me! When she had woken up, there was snot completely caked around and in her nostrils. There was snot in her eyes. She could hardly open them because so much snot was caked everywhere. Poor thing. Miserable.

When I took her to the pediatrician, they had me enter through the "sick child" entrance. Talk about feeling like a boil on someone's butt! I understand...I thought she had pink eye and that stuff is horribly contageous. But entering the clinic through a back door where you had to just wait until someone noticed you and could quickly find you a room...downright unsettling.

At least she's on antibiotics and the snot river should slow to a trickle and then dry up altogether. I went to the doc, too, because I'm sure we keep passing the stuff back and forth. The joys of parenting that they just don't tell you about.