Our dear Scooters Man has been congested for about three weeks now. Poor little guy!
And for the first two weeks, he was pretty miserable. So miserable, in fact, that I was convinced my sweet little baby was gone. And he’d been replaced by a chubby cranky-pot who would never be happy again.
And at first, I didn’t realize he was cranky because he was sick.
What’s happened? I moaned in misery, He used to be such a happy baby! Is my dear Scooters gone forever?…
But day after day proved the happy little man was nowhere to be found.
Oh, Scooters! I lamented as I watched my little cherub throwing himself backward and wailing at the slightest provocation, What’s happened to you? What’s happened to my sweet baby?… I want him back!
And I began to wonder if I’d only dreamed I had a sweet-tempered baby who smiled at me adoringly and loved to bask in my attention.
Finally, after two-and-a-half weeks, the clouds lifted. The congested, sleep-deprived, miserable baby became the congested, rested, happy baby.
And I sighed in relief.
Welcome back, Scooty-tots!!