My First Cold : (

I have my first cold. It's what to be expected with me and my mama in a box filled with germs and transporters of germs. I am very snotty and have a low fever on and off (maybe, my parents aren't obsessed with the thermometer since I seem relatively normal and even happy at times). My daddy got me a nice soft bulb to suction snot out of my nose. Yes, so glamorous. The first time, it took both of my parents to do it, but it worked so well I was smiling after while I was nursing. Then, when my mama got me home after school, she suctioned my nose again. This time I knew what was coming: relief. I stayed perfectly still while my mama, all by herself, carefully put the bulb in my nose and suctioned each nostril a time or two. I needed her to know that I don't mind that because it really does help me out.