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Cold front

Sam caught his first cold this week. He has been all snotty and uncomfortable since Monday as well as being a even more random than usual. The lack of routine is the real killer for Jo because it is so emotionally and physically draining. Sometimes he latches onto the boob, sometimes he fights it like it's a punch bag. Sometimes he takes six or so ounces and sometimes it's 1 or 2 and sometimes he'll do a rib-cage rattling burp and settle whereas others he will just throw the whole lot back up. It's all pretty confusing and the internet doesn't really help. There is just too much information on there and most of it is conflicting. Apparently Sam could be on 'Baby Strike' (great name) but although he does occasionally look like he has Bob Crow's cheeks, I am not sure he is that miltant yet.
The end result is of course, that you play amateur doctors, trying to diagnose exactly what is going on which isn't the best of solutions.
On the plus side, Sam seems happy in himself. He has amazingly strong leg and neck muscles and really loves trying to stand up straight. I'm sure it is early to be doing that. He has upped the cutenes stakes too with some marathon smiling sessions to which he has now added cooing. Yesterday Jo was making noises at him and he was repeating them back to her. It was amazing to watch. I tried my hand at it too, but frowning then pooing through three layers of clothing wasn't quite the effect I was going for.