Well, this week went downhill in the very wee hours of the morning yesterday. Olivia started fussing around 4 AM Wednesday morning, so I stumbled out of bed, grabbed her from her crib in her bedroom, and transported her to her pack n’ play in our bedroom as I have done many, many times lately due to her bad dreams. I covered her in her blanket and she snuggled down with her Sheepie, and I had just gotten back into bed, when I heard her heaving like she was going to throw up.
Needless to say, none of us got any more sleep that night, and B had to stay home with her all day Wednesday. Whether or not she is actually sick or she’s just doing that weird throwing-up-because-she’s-teething-thing remains to be seen. She actually only really threw up once after breakfast and all of the other times nothing came out, so it’s hard to say. 'Tis the season, though...
Anyhoo, between that and being slammed at work on Wednesday plus living on less than five hours of sleep on Tuesday night, I feel like I don’t have many brain cells to put a post together, but I’ll do my best.
… that I especially hate having a corporate job when my babies are sick. I am their mother and it is my wish as well as my obligation to be able to be with them when they need me the most and it really sucks being at work while your husband sends you texts talking about how sad they look.
… that our sick-child policy at work plain sucks and that’s why B usually stays with them when they are sick.
… that B’s work’s sick-child policy is great and I’m really thankful that one of us works for a company who is family-oriented.
… that every time one of our kids throws up I go into full panic mode because stomach viruses completely freak me out. In my book, they are possibly one of the worst things to have, and I sometimes feel like I want to die when I have one. #ButDontWorryIWont
… that seeing my kiddos when they’re sick like that is just completely heart-wrenching. I hate hate hate seeing them like that and I just wish I could take it from them. #ThatsTrueLove
… that I was a Lysoling madwoman when I got home from work last night. #IEvenLysoledTheCouch #IWouldHaveLysoledBrianIfHeWouldHaveLetMe
… that I’m literally terrified that Jacob or Brian or myself are going to get the cooties and we will have to miss taking Jacob to his first Georgia game this weekend. #IrrationalFears #PleasePrayForUs
… that someone getting sick right before an important event/meeting/trip/holiday is one of my biggest fears in life. Like, I actually waste lots of time worrying about that before every single event. #WhenYouHaveKidsYourChancesAreReallyHighThough #ButIThinkIStillNeedTherapy
… that I’m making myself (and probably you as well, if you’re even still here) nauseated even discussing all of this sickness so I’m going to stop now.
… that I feel really bad for making you read about puke during this whole post, so I’m going to put some happier images in your head now to make up for it. Here we go… doggies in Halloween costumes… crackling fires in the fire place… a snuggly blanket on a cold day… Tim Riggins (or in my case, Coach Taylor) holding a baby…
Is it working?