Baby diary: 63 weeks 1 day

 Alan still with grandparents. I went to see him last Friday and he seemed nearly recovered; on Saturday night I attended a friend's wedding, assuming I would fetch Alan home the next day; on Sunday he spiked another fever. Took him to the doctor on Monday and got a diagnosis of probable sinusitis. So we have the same disease progression -- and the pediatrician told me I wasn't prescribed the right course of antibiotics, which is no doubt why I still have post-nasal drip and a dry cough that worsens in the evenings. SMH!!! This time Alan was prescribed a 14-day course of amoxicillin and clavulin (in a special proportion so he doesn't develop diarrhea), which he takes in yogurt because clavulin was apparently so gross he threw it up the first time. 

Now his fever is down, but the weather is so awful it's not safe to be on the roads, and I'm working from home. So I will spend the weekend with him again, hoping that he can come home with me i.e. be in daycare Monday. It's been stressful for my parents too, no question. 

I started watching the Netflix "Babies" documentary series, and it's fun, but also occasioned mixed feelings. Alan's forgotten about breastfeeding, but he still remembers there was something, and I'm not doing that something to soothe him. :P What good is a mom? Yet I still have milk, even after two weeks and a half. 

Bottom molars definitely in; keeps making a weird :> face instead of just smiling; knows how to comb his own hair. I spoke to a friend who said that his younger sister started walking independently a day short of her second birthday, so maybe there's a ways to go. T_T