cold season

We were two weeks into nighttime weaning from nursing and things were going so well (Lilly would sleep from around seven or eight and not nurse till around four or five after which we'd either get up or she'd fall asleep again for another hour or so; she might stir one or two times earlier in the night, but would settle quickly and fall asleep again on my arm), when she came down with a nasty cold on Thursday and now it's back to being a nighttime nurse, in more than one sense of that word. First night is always the worst: of course I offer the boob whenever she wants it now, anything to comfort her, but she's having a hard time sucking, so congested. So tired. Cries exasperatedly. I lift her up and stroke her back, we walk around the house, turn on lights, offer more medicine. Back to bed, more boob. Finally she falls asleep, but awakens herself coughing, cries, needs and wants a break but body resist. Poor little baby! Second night went a little easier and so we're not as out of it today. It's a dreary day, above freezing, drizzle in the air, gray.