At 10:30am we visited the doctor to make sure that everything was OK and it looks like it's just a bad cold. Max cried the entire time and at one point it was so bad that I was attacked by a hug web of drool that clung to my arm and wouldn't let go. Everywhere I moved it moved too. The nurse even laughed! In the end, they advised me to give him some Tylenol every 4 hours and call back tomorrow morning with the progress.
Here's my little guy after we got home from the doctor... with snot running down his face.
What I realized while caring for my sick little guy is that I am now the mom. It's a very strange feeling to be the one giving the Tylenol and cleaning up the boogies. My mom says that when I was little I would say "more nylenol" in a very whiney voice. Max can't talk yet but if he could I can guess that's what he would be saying.
Pray that little Max gets better... and fast!