This morning, Baby C is not a happy baby. He’s sleepy, hungry, and congested, which is not a good combination. Any attempts to alleviate some congestion (namely, the giant green bulb aspirator) have been met with screams of terror. Any attempts to alleviate the hunger are futile, as he detaches fairly quickly with a cry of frustration that seems to say, “Mom, I can’t breathe!” And all this means sleep is a far, distant dream.
For both of us.