Poor Avery is still so stuffy and mucusy that she's killing my ability to sleep. I understand fully why when I was older my Mom would come in in the middle of the night yelling at me to "blow my d*mn nose".
I do fear she is sick again (the first cold struck leading into Thanksgiving weekend and here we are again right before Christmas). Of course, we never cleared up from Thanksgiving. Last night she wasn't eating with vigor, nor this morning. This morning she got 2 ounces in when I decided to give up as we were already running late, and then she threw it up requiring a clothing change and all.