Both babes are sick with a congestion/cold/cough thing. It is… not fun.
Tiny kiddo is now refusing to nurse (for the most part) so since 7pm I’ve given him a bottle of thawed milk, got him to sleep in the crib after two attempts, pumped, talked to my parents who arrived for the holiday today for like 5 minutes, and am currently sat in his bedroom again with tiny kiddo snoozing on my chest and am about to attempt bedtime in the crib for the fourth time.
Big kiddo was coughing up a storm and so I applied a eucalyptus vapor rub to his chest (when did I find the time? during a break from the 5-minute convo with my parents). Then I had a huge freak out and, well … see above text messages.
Parenting, am I right?
Happy thanksgiving eve y’all.













