Pnaumonia

Peter is sick. A lot of coughing, expecially at night, and a slight temperature. I am so glad that I took him to see the doctor yesterday despite the fact that he was acting happy after waking up in the morning. It turned out that he had a temperature of 99.7F, but his chest sounded like some noise in the lung. The doctor decided to treat him without any further test since he is too young. The bad part of this is that he seemed hate the antibiotics, and it takes a battle to put the dropper into his tightly-sealed lips. Of course, it spilled. Three nights in a row, he had very poor sleep, coughing and waking up so many times that I just lost track. I really hope he can get better soon. Seeing a pleasant and independent baby suddenly becoming so clingy and cranky most of the time surely is not fun.