Wipe, wipe, wipe, wipe, wipe

That's what we did today. We wiped Talia's nose about a zillion times. Just because Sacha couldn't start feeling better (yay!) without someone else going down, our baby caught a cold. Miraculously, she appears to just have a cold and not the flu.

She had a rough day though. She had so much snot pouring through her nose that she couldn't nap and wouldn't nurse or drink anything and was basically a miserable wreck all day long. We tried saline and the snot sucker and everything, but nothing seemed to help. We were actually convinced that she had an ear infection and I took her to the doctor's this afternoon...but her ears are fine. Which is good, but it sure would have been convenient to just be able to give her antibiotics and have her feel better sooner!

I have to say, I love our pediatrician. She only works part-time, so we almost never get to see her on these same-day appointments, but she was there today and we got onto her schedule.

And, of course, the appointment included a weigh-in, in which our daughter showed that she is hanging onto the chart by the skin of her teeth! With her diaper on, she weighed in at 18 pounds, 10 ounces, which is in the 2nd percentile. She's gained a whopping six ounces since she turned a year old in June. Let's just write that off to being sick today, eh?

Now she is mercifully asleep and we hope she stays that way for awhile! Otherwise we'll be back at the wipe, wipe, wipe, wipe, wipe, wipe routine again, except in the middle of the night this time...