The little man has little man flu! He needs to teach his dad a thing or too about how to cope as well. Both Josh and his cousin fell quickly down with sniffles, snot streams, chesty coughs and finally (poor boys) were diagnosed with bronchilitus.
So out comes the trusty Calpol. Last used as a buffer for the injection pain which Josh barely acknowledged.
I think it's more scary for the Mum's than it is for the baby. I had to force myself not to keep vigil at his bedside or at the very least to whip out the baby monitor again and tie it to my ear like a crazy headset just to make sure he was still breathing ok. But I resisted. I'm not going to lie I didn't sleep for 48 hours straight. The first night because I lay awake worrying, the second night simply because I couldn't sleep through his 2 minutely coughing cycle.
Josh didn't wake through the coughing though bless him. He was extremely needy though, very grizzly, refused to eat and just wanted hugs. I'm taking the hugs away as my little bonus from all this.
He's on the mend though now. Still feeling sorry for himself, clutching his favourite 'Raffee' toy but he's getting there. It took segregating and isolating Josh and his cousin away from each other but it seemed to work. The only thing is *cough* I think I'm coming down with something now. Oh dear...