This is what it’s been like here: obsessive checking with the thermometer, bulb to suck out runny snot, frazzled nerves, tissue to catch the flying dry boogies, and refilling of the humidifier. Isabelle is sick. I’m sick. We have colds. We’ve been sick since Thanksgiving I believe.

Her little nose is either stuffed up or runny. It’s so scary. I’m worried her nose will get so stuck up that she has to breath through her mouth which she can’t do if she’s eating!! And yesterday she was all needy and not wanting to be put down. After the third attempt at putting her in her swing she gave me this incredulous look before she started crying again that said: you know I want to be held. How dare you try putting me down again?!

Now I’m worried about germy people touching her. I told Alan we’re not leaving the house for 3 months until she gets older.