Saturday, June 30, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
On What Happens When the Whole Family is Sick
We have all come down with a horrible cold. Here is what happened.
Friday night. Baby wakes up every two hours crying. This is not normal. Baby is not his usual happy, sleepy self. He is immune to the soothing comfort of nursing. I say to Trevor, "I think he is sick." Trevor says, "Meh, he's fine." Easy for the person who does not have to wake up and attempt to nurse the crying baby to say so. But with no real symptoms and no way for baby to tell us what is wrong, I assume Trevor is right.
Saturday morning. He seems fine but when we go out he sleeps the entire time - four hours. Not normal. By the time we get home it is clear the little guy has a cold. When he's not asleep, he is inconsolable.
Sunday morning. Smiling baby. Infant cold meds have given us our happy little guy back. Yay!
Sunday afternoon. I begin to feel crappy. Grrrr.
Sunday night. Trevor says "I don't know why my allergies got so bad all of the sudden." I sleep on the couch because he is snoring.
Monday morning. Most definitely not allergies. Trevor and I are both dying. He stays home from work and we try to alternate who feels the worst so that one of us can play with the baby while the other one suffers.
Fast forward to Wednesday. Trevor and I are better, but still suffering. I have to say, despite my bitterness about getting the cold at all, I am glad that the baby has had the mildest case of it and was on the mend almost immediately. Wish I could say the same for the rest of us.
Anyway, moving on to the good stuff. I am woefully behind on pictures.
Friday night. Baby wakes up every two hours crying. This is not normal. Baby is not his usual happy, sleepy self. He is immune to the soothing comfort of nursing. I say to Trevor, "I think he is sick." Trevor says, "Meh, he's fine." Easy for the person who does not have to wake up and attempt to nurse the crying baby to say so. But with no real symptoms and no way for baby to tell us what is wrong, I assume Trevor is right.
Saturday morning. He seems fine but when we go out he sleeps the entire time - four hours. Not normal. By the time we get home it is clear the little guy has a cold. When he's not asleep, he is inconsolable.
Sunday morning. Smiling baby. Infant cold meds have given us our happy little guy back. Yay!
Sunday afternoon. I begin to feel crappy. Grrrr.
Sunday night. Trevor says "I don't know why my allergies got so bad all of the sudden." I sleep on the couch because he is snoring.
Monday morning. Most definitely not allergies. Trevor and I are both dying. He stays home from work and we try to alternate who feels the worst so that one of us can play with the baby while the other one suffers.
Fast forward to Wednesday. Trevor and I are better, but still suffering. I have to say, despite my bitterness about getting the cold at all, I am glad that the baby has had the mildest case of it and was on the mend almost immediately. Wish I could say the same for the rest of us.
Anyway, moving on to the good stuff. I am woefully behind on pictures.
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