If I could make out with inventor of diphenhydramine, I would. (I can't though. He's dead. I checked.)

Kiernan and I flew to Michigan on Wednesday and returned back home to FL today.  He caught a cold from his big brother before we left, but did surprisingly well for our entire visit.  Then of course on Thursday I started to feel sick.  Kiernan is pretty good on an airplane, but I knew from the way I was feeling that being in that pressurized tin can 35,000 feet in the air was not going to feel good.

So in an effort to keep the absolutely misery (both his, mine, and our fellow passengers') to a minimum, I decided to give him some Tylenol and Benadryl before we took off.  Honestly?  Best.Decision.Ever.

At one point during the descent I started to feel anxious and panicky because it felt like someone was stabbing me in the sinuses and eardrums.  Awful.   And dealing with the pain I had while trying to calm a screaming baby who was also getting stabbed in the sinuses would have been no fun.  

More info on Kiernan's big adventures later.  Promise.