…said no one ever. I hate when my kids are sick. Not that anyone loves having sick kids but sick kids suck. Plain and simple. Now don’t get me wrong none of this is fun for them and obviously they don’t want to be sick but it’s terrible. I dread the sick days. My three old started with a cough. That cough you know is going to turn into something more in a couple of days so like any overly cautious mom you pump her with orange juice feed her tons of fruits and vegetables cook up a chicken soup and wait. Wait until life unravels before your very self. Then it happens. Fever, runny noise, and THE NONSTOP COUGH. The cough is the worst. It doesn’t end. She might be asleep coughing but you’re not. Nope you’re not asleep. You’re just listening to the nonstop sound of a cough. And when you do fall asleep she wakes up crying because well her 6 hours of Motrin has worn off and it’s 1am. So it’s like having a newborn all over again. You toy with calling the doctor and then decide when the fever reaches 103 you will take her in knowing your self diagnosis of a cold is really what’s going on here but just need to do the right thing and have a second/third opinion (of course the hub has given his opinion). And you’re right. Yes she has a fever, yes she has a runny nose, and yes she has a cough. Now my beef here is all doctors suggest options as though they are going to work. Yet, NONE of them do. 
1. Make the room really steamy with a humidifier. Ok this one is my favorite. It’s like a damn sauna in there and the cough is still going strong. 

2. Prop up the bed. Really? Ok so the bed is propped do you really think my kid is going to sleep on the part that’s propped? No she’s going to scoot down to the bottom of her toddler bed to avoid the 90 degree angle we created to remedy the cough. 

3. Feed her honey. Done and yet we still have the loudest cough possible. 

4. Rub Vicks on her chest. Check. Still coughing. 

I’m convinced nothing works. Not Motrin, Tylenol, baths, warm milk, honey, humidifiers, propped beds. None of these “remedies” cure anything but yet, we do them. We do everything we think is going to make them feel better even though we end up up all night and exhausted. The only thing that seems to work is “mommy can you hold me” and that my friends is the cure.