What is happening to me, Mommy?

There is nothing more pitiful than a sick baby. Honestly, looking at Eamon just breaks my heart. As if it's not bad enough that infants can't do one thing for themselves, then they go and get sick. This is really the first time Eamon has been sick. It is foreign material for him. He has no idea how to react. His cough sounds like a damn seal barking and his cries are just pathetic attempts at communication. Poor, poor baby boy (I mean Eamon; see previous post). His little body cannot handle this cold. Every feature on his face is oozing some kind of nastiness. His little eyes are full of tears and eye boogers and are ringed with redness. His nose is running; drool is pouring from his mouth. This is not to forget the things his body is doing in other places but, I digress. The kid is just pitiful. However, as sick as the kid is, he has not missed a meal. He cannot breath out of his nose but is apparently willing to risk death to continue his love of a good meal. I took him (and his two sisters; a total nightmare) to the pediatrician and Eamon will be taking some steroids to speed up his recovery to the bouncing bald belly baby boy he once was. Godspeed sweetie baby.