Here is a new picture of me in my jumper:
I think we are all starting to recover from our colds. I never had it that bad; I was just exhausted - like usual - from poor sleep. John seems to be in better spirits, and Preston is waking up less congested. Tonight I used a new trick that I learned from reading way too much on the internet. I put a few drops of breastmilk in his nose. He snorted and fussed for a little bit while I let it work its way into his throat, and then I sucked it out again (like my graphic explanation!?). It seems to have worked at least a little bit! He is breathing clearly and sleeping soundly. The poor guy is all worn out! That's my cue to sleep, too.