It's Snot Funny

On Saturday, March the fifth, Clara Grace woke up with the sniffles. Possibly, she hasn’t seen enough sick people yet to know the expected behavior during times of infirmity, because she bore up amazingly well, smiling and giggling throughout her entire first cold. It could here be noted that both her mommy and daddy were sick earlier and neither managed to come through without a grumble. Even when the sniffles descended into her lungs and caused her to breath with a rattling wheeze she kept up her cheerfulness. During particularly congested morning times, Clara Grace’s daddy affectionately referred to her as his “little monster” because of her gravelly sounding rasps. Despite the baby’s good attitude, it was evident that breathing was becoming steadily more uncomfortable. Her mommy took her into steamy showers and slept with her propped on her arm so she could breath through the night. Clara Grace’s doctor told her that she would have to take breathing treatments in order to get well again. He gave Clara Grace’s mommy a mask connected to a loudly rumbling machine that pumped vaporized medicine through a tube and into the mask. Coincidentally, anything noisy and anything designed to cover her face are on Clara Grace’s list entitled, “New discoveries in the world that I do not like one bit.” In the end, Clara Grace’s cheerfulness barely faltered and she even smiled through her mask once or twice. Much to her mommy and daddy’s relief, her lungs cleared and the sniffles finally went away a little more than a week later.