Since we came back from Holiday, Ben has been suffering from a cold. Well actually he suffered for a week, during which time Jen and I seemed untouched by the virus, which was fortunate as the little man was very poorly, struggling to breathe through his nose, which constantly ran, coughing, not sleeping well, generally grumpy. After a week or so he recovered and seemed pretty bright.
However unknown to Jen and I, the cold had incubated and mutated within baby to become a giant nasty monster of a cold, which Jen then caught, and passed to me. Now Ben seems to have recaught the mutant virus and the whole house is infected with fits of sneezing, coughing, lack of sleep and all round grumpiness.
My concern is how we break this vicious circle of illness before it mutates in to a living breathing monster that rampages through our village, destroying newsagents and chipshops and anything else that crosses its path. Perhaps there is no hope. Or perhaps it will wither and die and we can get back to our normal lives and not each have to carry around a box of tissues with us everywhere we go.
On the plus side, Ben is now crawling like a good’un and climbing up furniture. Adding a third dimension to his world seems to have taken it’s toll though, he is forever bumping in to stuff, pulling stuff on top of himself and falling over. Still, it’s funny to watch.
March 20th, 2007 at 1:53 pm
You have my sympathies mate, we went through the same cycle of colds here. It just seemed to mutate and pass from each one of us back and forth for weeks, getting stronger every time. Get the vitamins in, that’s what I did.
March 20th, 2007 at 3:13 pm
Thanks Steve, so this could go on for weeks? Back in pre-baby days I could have a sickie and nurse myself back to health with some Lemsip, DVDs and some Xbox time. Now the most peaceful place to recuperate is actually in my office!