the casualties of daycare
Well, it looks as if we have our first daycare-related sniffle. Eliot woke up last night about 3am, sounding just pitiful. I used his snot-sucker to get out as much as I could, then I let him sleep in our bed, with his head on the pillow. The incline helped a little. This morning he was such a trooper! I suctioned him out real good, but he was still pretty sniffly. But he smiled and cooed right through it all, as if to say, "it's ok, Mom. It's just a little sniffle!" What a good boy!
