Brooks seemed better yesterday. His cough was improved, his diarrhea has stopped and he ate a good lunch.
Last night, we tried a different approach. I placed the humidifier in his room and let him sleep there. We slept in the spare bedroom so that we could hear him. I only heard him cough at 5am, and he never cried. I think he slept good. Scott said when he peeked in on him this morning he was smiling...
And, then that melted away...
I just put him back to bed.
He doesn't want to eat.
He doesn't want to drink.
He doesn't want to be held.
He doesn't want to be put down.
He doesn't want to go outside.
He doesn't want to be rocked.
He doesn't want his diaper changed. (I did that anyway)
So I am discouraged about how the rest of the day is going to go. Brooks and I are both tired of him being sick.