Day 159:
It's a tough time for you right now, Boy'O. Guess we'd been lucky so far in that you've never been really been sick, but whatever's gotten a hold of you has gotten you so congested that you're hardly able to breathe... And that's such a lousy place to be, Conor... Especially because there's absolutely nothing anybody can do for you except let you hack it out.
You're sleeping okay and you're still eating good, but you're congested and your little voice is hoarse. It's tough to endure as parents because we simply feel so helpless. All we want to do is take it all away...
Not much else to say other than "get well, Son." I love you and can't wait 'til you're back to your old self again.
I love you,
-Dad
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