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During the last week's cough the wingpiglet has had a few almost-sick-but-just-mucus events, evidently deemed not-proper-vomiting enough by the nursery to not send him home, allowing Nicky to sleep and hopefully mend. He still occasionally tries daft things like using his toothbrush to try and brush his uvula or simply stuffing as much of his hand and wrist as will fit into his mouth, possibly in an attempt to count his own teeth but with the obvious inevitable side-effect. To try and prevent post-evening-milks-milk-ejection we try and watch how we hold him during the shutdown sequence but sometimes he only needs to sit up at a particular angle (usually the one he adopts sitting on the bed to be read to) in order to suddenly burble a few mouthsful back up, resulting in one of us sitting poised with a towel to try and keep it off his sleepsuit. Fortunately the hyper-phlegmmy phase seems to be passing, though it's been worsening as the evening goes on but tonight (unlike last night) didn't result in coughing, waking up, failing to re-settle and eventually copping out and bringing him in with us, where he at least sleeps, albeit somewhat diagonally, with the result that at least one person has to continually shift. Fortunately (in terms of Nicky being the ill one) it was me last night, though it's unfortunate that he did this on Thursday night rather than Friday night when I don't have to think much the next day.