We should’ve spent this past weekend back in Kansas City, celebrating an early Christmas with my family. Instead, we spent it snuggled up at home doing much less cool things like coughing, sneezing, aching, and getting insufficient sleep.
Ah, the joys of having a sick baby.
Poor thing had a temperature as high as 101.4, so we cancelled our flights and booked the first available appointment with our pediatrician. We were reassured it is just a virus, and while we’re thankful that it’s nothing worse, it sure isn’t fun dealing with a sick baby when both mom & dad eventually get sick too.
Boo hiss.
On the plus side—if you want to call it that—we’re pretty good at taking her rectal temperature now, which I feel gives us the right to put a gold star next to our ‘becoming a legit parent’ chart.
Just kidding. I don’t really have a chart like that.
I keep a checklist in my head.
And, in case you’re about to suggest that we go get one of those wonderful fancy dancy head scanning thermometers that work much more quickly and painlessly for all involved—we have one and we used it too. But as a concerned first time mom with a baby whose fever was escalating, I just wanted the most accurate reading possible and that’s what the rectal one was good for.
Now, time for me to take off my sad face and put on my happy face.
Elise (and Guster the cat) helped us put up our Christmas tree recently.
I think that having cats has helped prep us for next year when we’ll have a mobile child <—-ohmygosh, I don’t want to think about that yet. The cats automatically assume that any dangly thing is their toy, so we already keep the bottom of the tree sparsely decorated with non-breakable ornaments. I’m pretty sure that only the top half of our tree will be decorated next year.
{wild cat.}
{Wildcat.}
{it’s amazing how much things change in a year.}
All I want for Christmas is to have my happy, healthy baby back.
