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I am hoping that I can get my act together to write more than once this week, but I can’t make any promises.

I woke up last Thursday and my sinuses were killing me. You know that feeling when your face hurts (yeah, I know the joke “your face hurts me, too!”) and you can’t breathe? My throat was hurting and I was completely congested. We left for Birmingham and Tuscaloosa, Alabama on Friday afternoon and had a fantastic weekend watching the Gamecocks play.

I decided that the University of Alabama can be on Hudson’s short list of potential future colleges. It was quite cold and we lost, but I managed to do okay despite having a pretty bad cold.

My mom flew into Birmingham to hang out with one of her good friends and they kept Hudson while Todd and I went to the football game. We were also able to tailgate with my cousin and her in-laws. Two of Todd’s law school friends and their wives live in Birmingham, so we had a great time hanging out with them and catching up. It was a fantastic weekend.

I have started to feel a little bit better, but last night when we got home, Hudson was a little fussy. Then I’m pretty sure I was awake every hour last night rocking him back to sleep. He never needs to eat in the middle of the night anymore, but I gave him two bottles last night because he was starving and so distraught. Poor baby.

I was exhausted this morning and when Hudson finally woke up I noticed that his little eyes were all watery and he just looked pitiful. I called the doctor’s office and spoke to the nurse. She got us in to see his doctor. I was so worried that he had an ear infection– or worse!– but he just has a cold. And of course I’m thinking I gave it to him. Where else would he have gotten it? Here comes the guilt.

So we’re watching him for the next few days. If he has two more sleepless nights we have to go back to the doctor to recheck his ears. Hopefully this little cold will just vanish and he’ll be back to his happy self soon.

He did let out a giant giggle tonight while I was dressing him for bed. He’s trying to be happy despite not being able to breathe.

Look at the tired boy. And the sweet little hat I made him wear. His Daddy was NOT happy about the hat.

Oh– and doesn’t it look like a cat lives with us? His sharp little finger nails are getting him every night now that we’ve stopped swaddling. Gotta get better about making sure the edges aren’t sharp when I cut them.