There’s a virus going around here.

Mid of last week (or earlier), everyone came down with the FFC – Flu, Fever and Cough. It all started with the Papa, then the baby caught it…and she passed it to me. Caring for a baby is a pretty uphill task. Caring for a baby that falls sick? Make that a ‘up-mountain’ task!

So, my clingy sticker baby became super glue the moment she felt unwell. Constantly wanted to be carried all the time and refusing to play on her own for even a minute. She even lost her appetite, not that it was already fantastic to begin with. Charley has a rather small appetite on most days. While other kiddos are downing 210ml, she’s still hovering between 150-180ml, looking slim as ever. With every feed she took ever since she came down with the FFC, every cough warrants a vomit. We used to worry about such vomits..but an incident which led us to a doctor’s consultation has reassured us that it’s quite normal for baby to cough and puke because they squeeze their stomach muscle too hard. She has also declined taking milk because she can’t breathe and take in a bottle at the same time; or with that added torture of swallowing down milk a throat that has puked a fair bit (my poor baby!). So with the lost in appetite, it seems like she has lost a bit of weight. Undeterred to letting her lose more weight. I went along with feeding her using a cup for the last two days. There were spills but at least she’s drinking! I’m only doing this because we have been training her to drink direct from a cup for quite some time. Part of me worry that she will grow the habit of preferring milk in a cup but I guess that worry is uncalled for because she managed to drink back from her bottle this evening.

In a weird motherly way, I’m quite glad that I’ve caught the virus from her. That way, I know exactly what she’s going through and I can try to make things better, more comfortable for her. So in our attempt to make her more comfy, the papa and I took turns to suck out the mucus from her nose. Ah, such is love. (Yucks, Yikes, Eeks!) But before you think it’s horribly disgusting, I just want to say your turn may come. Haha.

That said, she has since recovered from her fever (because the above was drafted for two days!) and she’s left with a phlegm-y cough and running nose. She’s also getting back to holding her own bottle and finishing up her porridge. Keeping my fingers crossed that this gets better! Very thankful that she’s got her appetite back too. Here’s a picture of my sick Koala (ignore the Aunty looking me):

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