Sam is sick.  Again.  He came down with this cold two weeks to the day from the day he was released from the hospital after the overnight stay prompted by his last illness.  I’d heard that babies get sick a lot, but this is absolutely ridiculous.  Is there someone I can write a letter to about this?

Because I took off early last week on Friday to get Mr. Sickie from daycare, and because this is my last week at Innovative, Richard is home with Sam today.  Since he’s keeping me up to date on how the little guy is doing over email, I’m getting hourly doses of joy in my inbox.  Some of the highlights include:

9:23 – “Well he was doing ok.  Now he won’t stop crying for any reason.”

9:56 – “His eyes are puffy from all of the crying, and he just looks sick.”

10:21 – “He is starting to wheeze though, and his cough is horrible.”

11:30 – “He won’t sleep.  Eye rubs, he’ll nod off, then wake and scream.”

11:56 – “I gave him another two doses of the inhaler, and tried to be a little more humane about it, but he still melted down.  He was crying pretty much nonstop after that, but I think his wheezing was better.  I just put him down in the crib again.  We’ll see how it goes.”

You’ll be amazed to learn that for some reason I am finding it hard to a) focus on work, and b) be cheerful about anything.

Ugh.