Two days late and a title like that? Really, I don’t even
need to finish this blog… but I’m going to :p! Tch tch. How else would I get my
self-indulgent moments of the week?
Yeah… so today is day 14 of baby with upset stomach. And of
course that means the adults in my house (and there’s loads of us now because
my folks are visiting) have, well… had a fair bit of cleaning to do. For
Princess Poo Poo (and this is a different version than the Pooh Pooh-ing at my
food one we talked about last week. Which by the way I’m trying hard not to
connect to the upset tummy. Wouldn’t want to be the one that poisoned my kid.
Thankfully, since she won’t have anything to do with my food, we can quite
happily blame the jars ;). Just kidding, it’s a virus.)
And don’t worry I’m not going into gross detail. I know
we’re close and everything, and although I’m happy to talk about colour and
texture, I’m pretty sure you’re totally NOT keen. What’s on my mind is more the
mood side of things. Most times when an adult has a tummy bug, ‘it’ is like a
complete b*tch on wheels all the livelong day. Children apparently have a
different modus operandi. They are FAR too interested in the world and what goes on. Unless they’re severely
dehydrated, they keep going!
For the most part of the last 2 weeks therefore people have looked
at me oddly when I said the baby was sick. She looked well firstly. And
secondly she is an extremely social baby (*clutching wood and refusing to let
go*). This means that when she’s around people, she forgets what ails her. They
say adrenalin fuels people on. In her case, its curiosity! So with the
exception of a couple of the worst days, I took her out and risked even messy
public clean ups in an effort to keep her entertained. So daytimes were taken
care of largely. THE NIGHTS WERE A DIFFERENT STORY!
*Sigh* long story short, after days and days of it, I pretty
much had a meltdown. Thank god for mommies. Mine took over, told me to go to
sleep and that she’ll man the monitor and the night wake ups to whatever extent
she could and wake me up immediately if there was an issue. Of course the
little traitor was on her best behavior these past couple. Just woke up for a
feed and an ‘undercarriage change’, as my husband calls it, as necessary! The
worst is clearly reserved for me. The screaming for ages and not going back to
sleep for 3 hours at night have my name written on them clearly. Too bloody bad
she’s already old enough to recognize me ;).
So when I go back on duty, I’m waiting to see how it goes.
Hopefully she really is better. And then I can finally spot gold on the crusade
for STTN. Don’t know what that is? Rookie… its only the Holy Grail of
parenthood! Sleep Through The (Goddamn) Night. Wish me luck people, we could
use it!
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