When we got back from Southern California we noticed she had a dry cough. I thought she was just messin’ around because it would always be followed by a smile and a laugh. Was she just imitating Daddy who had just gotten over a cold? But then this morning she woke up coughing some more but was still her easy-going self. When I got home, Mirian reported that she was a “good baby” but she had a cough. Hm.
Later tonight she didn’t want to lie flat in her bed. When I picked her up, she had a wet cough and started to sneeze. Oh no…just as I had suspected…she had her first cold. Tonight we’re going to let her sleep upright in her carseat and see if that helps. Poor baby.