About halfway through my four weeks alone with the kids disaster struck and Sebastian got an awful cold. Conjunctivitus set in, along with a hacking cough and it was pretty grim. He felt worse at night and coped by feeding every hour. Which obviously wasn't the most fun I've ever had but a great excuse for copious amounts of coffee during the day. During his first doctor's visit Zach dubbed him 'Bastian the Brave' for enduring his exam with a smile.
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