Well, I thought Jack was better yesterday, but his cold has landed him back on the couch with a fever today.
Ollie, may have RSV. The doctor said its not too bad and to just make sure the boy doesn't get a fever. I feel so bad, the kid has been sleeping in a bouncy seat for days now because of the congestion.
The most fun part of this is keeping the two separated. All Jack wants to do is be with his brother. The other night he woke up, and while I was giving him medicine he croaked: "Mommy, I'm getting better and then I can kiss Oliver? Right?"
What kind of sick game is this? Is this my initiation into "mommy-of-2-hood"? If it is I'm Taking my ball and going home!