Poorly baby

Poor Snuffles had a bad weekend. The cold itself didn't worry us, but the fact that she stopped eating did. We finally had to resort to Pedialyte and breastmilk administered by syringe, which she enjoyed exactly as much as you would imagine she would (answer: somewhat better than the bulb syringe, somewhat less than cold medicine administration; all syringes approaching her face are currently anathema to her). We took a trip to the pediatrician to make sure it wasn't infected ears or tonsils causing the anorexia. All was clear, so I can only presume it was a combination of sore throat and a stomach made oogy by swallowed mucus (oogy being the technical medical term).

So Sunday was quite unpleasant, but then I got smart and switched to the cold medicine that causes drowsiness instead of insomnia, and the resulting improvement in sleep made for a much more cheerful baby the next morning. Her appetite has been steadily improving and her mood remains good overall, although she's operating on a very short fuse. I was pretty darn happy to turn her over to daycare today. Although she did very well there, napping and eating obligingly, and then she further obliged by napping through dinner so we could enjoy our Valentine's Day fondue without trying to keep tiny hands away from the flames.

My cold isn't too bad as long as I keep up with decongestants and pain meds; when they wear off, my sinuses suddenly fill with spiky bricks.

In other news:

Taxes = Done

Refund = Good

Glasses = Fixed

Cats = Desperate to go outside

I = Going to bed