Time Heals All...

Day 162:

...That's all we can hope for anyhow, Conor.  That the old adage "Time heals all wounds" isn't just a clever expression but rather a fact of life.  In the case of the common cold, well, those wounds seem to linger on endlessly...  A cold is annoying enough, but for an infant it's just a dammed curse.  This whole 'not being able to breathe out of your mouth' thing just makes your regular breathing so labored it's maddening... And short of a nebulizer every 4 hours and shoving a ball siring up your nose repeatedly, I'm unable to help you and I hate it.

We went back to the daycare today and your care giver, Mrs Zeny, said she would have no problem administering the same medications... It seems to be working, but not fast enough for my liking... Anyhow, as long as we keep up with the treatments for the next few days you should be back to your old self in no time... And that's to say, a kid who can breathe!  But you're otherwise still smiling and eating, so I suppose it could be worse!

Here's to getting back to 100% growth mode, Boy'O.  I love you, Son.
-Dad