My poor miserable baby.
Cash isn't well. He's got a cough, a cold, a very sore throat and chapped lips. He's also teething - molars.
Any one of these things is enough to start him crying, but all of them together is utter misery.
It seems like every time he swallows it hurts. He cries. Crying hurts. He cries some more. You wipe his nose and accidentally brush his sore lips and he cries, this makes his throat hurt. He cries again, only louder. You get the picture.
His cry is hoarse. When he talks it's like he's phoning in sick and putting on his ill voice. You know the one I mean? It's the voice you use when you're a bit ill and fancy the day off sick, so you phone your boss and put on your ill voice. After managing malingerers for many years I can spot an ill voice from a mile off. You're not fooling anyone by the way.
We're using Dentinox, Calpol, Karvol and Vaseline to help Cash, but he's still miserable. The slightest thing sets him off. My head is ringing from the crying.
I feel so sorry for him. I've been up the last two nights with him as he's struggling to sleep. He's tired, but just as he's dropping off he swallows and we get another cycle of crying. My arms ache from rocking him. Fortunately his temperature is normal, so we can hopefully avoid the GP's surgery.
Presley just has a cough and a cold. He seems to be coping fine with it. Every five minutes he comes over and asks for a tissue.
Andy has a cold too, he's suffering with it. I'll say no more on the subject of man flu as he reads my blog.
I suppose I'll be next.
At least we'll get it out of the way before Christmas!