We're all sick. I have heard about this happening to friends, so I knew it would happen to us at some point. It's inevitable. But, I didn't think it would happen this soon. I think the Peanut being a breastfed, no daycare baby gave some sort of false sense of security. All I can say is Duh. I don't know where she picked it up. My dad was sick over the weekend when we saw him. Or maybe it's just one of those change of weather things. Being my kid, Peanut is destined to have sinus issues. Who knows? Monday, we woke up in a complete panic. She has an array of usual fussy grunty noises she makes. But Monday morning, my mommy ears picked up that something was different. Bob and I dash out of bed to find Peanut stuffed up and freaking out - causing her to forget to breathe at points. Her whole face turned bright red and her eyes got big. Bob managed to calm her down and get her to breathe regularly. Whew. Those few seconds seemed like an eternity. I have a whole new compassion for parents of asthmatic children. So scary. We were both so freaked that Bob decided to stay home sick all day so we could watch her together. She just caught a little sniffle, but on Monday, to us rookie parents, it seemed more like the plague. This week has ended up being all about TLC for Peanut. Lots of love and snuggles. Now that I'm sick, though, I'm afraid to get too close. I don't want this to become something we pass back and forth to each other for the next four weeks. She seems to be feeling better. The problem is that she's deliriously tired. She's been napping and sleeping challenged unless she's snuggled near me. It's taking two hours each night to get her to sleep. Even getting her back to sleep after our middle of the night feeding took a good hour or so (this has never happened before - she's usually lights out immediately). Bob has been a champ. He really jumped in and took control of the sleep situation and got her back down while I got some sleep. I'm grateful to him, yet I can't help but feel a wee bit guilty. I feel better this morning and can have some blog time while he has to trudge off to work all day.
It's funny, I just heard her wake up and start fussing like she has been. But she's just so exhausted that she must have fallen back to sleep. No more energy to fuss.
Okay, totally random thought, but I've been wondering about it for some time. In Pink's new song, she says something about starting a fight. Just how many fights is Pink getting into these days? I think she's great and all, but really. I'm sure she got into her fair share of scrapes back in the day, but today? Seriously. It's kind of funny to picture her trying to throw down with J. Lo. Tee hee.
I'm also going to put on my rampant and shameless consumerism hat for one second. I know, totally not zen... but I can't help myself. I have to crow about my new Maclaren stroller. It's pretty cool. It's small, light and very mobile. We zip through the stores now. My Zooper is a great stroller (even though I heard the company just went out of business - so screw my warranty) with tons of features and a more comfortable ride for the Peanut. But I just got so tired of hauling it in and out of our teeny trunk. I now have a dedicated car stroller. How decadent is that?
Here's something else I've observed. If Peanut isn't in a dress or wearing pink (or maybe purple) people think she's a boy. Not that this is a problem. Just something I've noticed. It's funny how certain things signify GIRL to people.
Hmm.. what else is on my mind? I'm hoping that the concrete work going on on my street will wrap up today. It's been two weeks of loud. It's looking great... but the jackhammering while Peanut is trying to sleep is a bit much.
I guess that's all I know for the week. Oh! Can I also share how much I love Shout Advanced stain remover? It gets baby poop out like crazy. Hurrah! And I would consider myself an expert in this field.
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