I just finished wrestling Baboo to the ground so that I could put saline drops in her nose. I’m lucky I didn’t lose an eye.
There’s nothing sadder than a baby with a cold. They just have no idea what’s happening to them. Baboo keeps looking at me for help and there’s not much I can do beyond torture her with the saline drops.
The nurse at the pediatrician’s office told Adam we could give her some Tylenol but I’m trying to use that sparingly. What with the endless teething, it seems like we could be giving her Tylenol every four hours round the clock, but that’s not great for her tiny, brand-new liver.
I’ll tell you, though, I’m beat. I knew I’d wear a lot of hats as a new mom, but I didn’t know that one of them would be “baby wrestler.”