The dreaded first cold

I have been SO careful. Ridiculously careful. But apparently, not careful enough.

Little miss has her first cold. 

And as high maintenance as she is...she is even more high maintenance with a cold. 

She won't sleep propped up. 

She's struggling to breathe through her oh so congested nose. 

And hates the saline drops. 

Her cough sounds like my mother's - a lifelong smoker. 

And to make matter's worse, daddy doesn't sound or feel much better. 

I may die from exhaustion today. Just so you know. 

I pray this passes soon.