I have been a shadow figure on the blog for a number of weeks now. Suffice it to say that Cole does a lot of nursing and there is less down time than I imagined. This week, however, Cole and I started to hit a groove where he was in great spirits, and I felt the most rested I've felt since I went into labor on May 16th. This led to several outings. Cole and I hung out at Cafe Trieste on Monday AM while I got my oil changed. That afternoon, we went to see our friends whom we met in childbirth prep class — Kristy and Katie. On Tuesday, we ran an errand to Baby's R Us where another mom commented that I was brave to be out with my little one (her 10 wk old daughter was a home with her dad). On Wednesday, Cole and I went to work for some introductions and then visited Susanna for lunch.
Then, just when it seemed that everything was on the up and up, Cole developed a cold. There was a lot of coughing this morning, a phone call to the advice nurse, time spent in the bathroom with the shower on, and a purchase of a humidifier. We are watching out for signs of the cold turning into something worse than a cold. But for the time being, I guess Cole just has to tough it out. Ben (friend, neighbor, landlord) offered that their son Marlow had his first cold when he was six days old. Granted, Marlow got his cold from his older brother, not from a trip to Cafe Trieste or Baby's R Us. But hearing about Marlow's experience reassures me that even small babies do get colds and do get over them.
Of course, this blog entry would be incomplete without mentioning that, in spite of being sick, Cole is still delighting me with smiles and happy coos [see video].