Zoe and I survived her first cold.. we had three terrible nights.. one I remember waking Bruce up with the phrase "I can't take it anymore, you take her".. she was crying, kicking, screaming, it was 2am, we hadn't slept, I couldn't calm her down. Bruce took her, she cried for 5 more minutes, he handed her back, she and I slept like logs until 6am, she nursed, we slept until 9am.. ah... the fever broke.
now she is just a bit congested, and coughs; strangely she is not very snotty, not like me (I'm so congested)...
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