It has been one hell of a week here. I started out pregnant and sick with a really nasty cold that I think might have actually been conjunctivitis. By Tuesday I was no longer pregnant but still pretty sick. Wednesday I decided to take the afternoon off to sleep, but dh then comes down with the flu so I end up taking care of him instead. He is still home sick, quarantined to the guest bedroom, so I am a single mom again now also trying to give some attention to the flu-daddy.
and then this morning 10 minutes after I walk out of my second meeting of a meeting-filled day I get the call. Yes, THAT dreaded kind of call from M's daycare. They say that she has come down with a nasty rash on her legs and hands, I should take her to the dr immediately because it might be hand, foot & mouth.
I drop everything of course and head off to pick her up, calling dh on the way to see if he feels well enough to consult with dr. google about hand, foot & mouth disease. M is pretty grumpy when I get there and definitely has a rash on her legs. We get home, have a quick lunch, and then head to the dr's office after realizing that we really don't want her to have hand, foot & mouth, and that her rash-dots don't seem quite the same as the pictures on the web.
This is now deep into M's 2 hour nap time, so she's pretty exhausted and totally asleep on my shoulder as we walk into the dr's office. I manage to undress her while she is still asleep and start noticing that the rash is now all over her body save for her face. No fever. No weight gain over the last 3 weeks, for what that's worth.
Turns out that M has an ear infection, so she must have had a cold over the week that I basically missed. The rash is apparently fairly common after a virus and is likely nothing to worry about. I feel like a bad mama that I not only didn't realize that she had a cold but I also didn't notice that she has an ear infection. Poor kid.
So we are on health watch this weekend to see if the ear clears up on its own without antibiotics. And we will be taking care of sick-daddy in the guest room. And I will just forget about the lingering cold I can't seem to shake and the miscarriage. This wife- mother thing is exhausting, but also great to help you forget about your own problems.
The bummer is that I had to cancel my hair appointment, again. People will start noticing soon that I have lots of gray roots... ;)
Friday, March 2, 2012
bunny kisses
When I was growing up we'd rub noses and call it an eskimo kiss. In this day and age "eskimo" is kinda insensitive, and "inuit kiss" just doesn't roll off the tongue the same, plus I don't even know if they do kiss like that.
But the nose-rubbing is so cute that I had to teach it to Mads. So ever since she was a newborn I have been giving her "bunny kisses".
Every now and then over the last 4 months or so she would move her head back and forth and participate, but not always.
Until this past week. Now she is really into it. You can ask her for a bunny kiss and she totally starts it. Every day when I pick her up from day care she gives me bunny kisses and she's the one who'll initiate it. And she'll walk across the room and give a bunny kiss to her daddy when I ask.
The other day right after I'd arrived at her school to pick her up she was sitting in my lap. I asked if she could give her teacher a bunny kiss. Instead of getting up, she looks towards her teacher, tilts her head up a little and moves her nose back and forth. Yep, that, my friends, is the innovation of the air-bunny-kiss.
But the nose-rubbing is so cute that I had to teach it to Mads. So ever since she was a newborn I have been giving her "bunny kisses".
Every now and then over the last 4 months or so she would move her head back and forth and participate, but not always.
Until this past week. Now she is really into it. You can ask her for a bunny kiss and she totally starts it. Every day when I pick her up from day care she gives me bunny kisses and she's the one who'll initiate it. And she'll walk across the room and give a bunny kiss to her daddy when I ask.
The other day right after I'd arrived at her school to pick her up she was sitting in my lap. I asked if she could give her teacher a bunny kiss. Instead of getting up, she looks towards her teacher, tilts her head up a little and moves her nose back and forth. Yep, that, my friends, is the innovation of the air-bunny-kiss.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
moving forward
So that was one hell of a mind f&$?! over the last month. There I was, happily moving forward in M-bliss.
After all kinds of emotional hand-wringing and worrying and insomnia trying to figure minutia like whether or not one changing table would work and how I would work the organization to include two sizes of diapers... now I am right back on the same road I was on in early January.
Schwoosh.... did you feel the wizz of my head spinning around really fast? Aside from some lingering bleeding I could easiy convince myself that it was all a very weird dream.
So now it is back to my prior worries. Although I must admit that they now seem so much easier compared to what I was imagining I was facing.
I feel guilty for jumping right back into my 6-weeks-ago life after just one bout of crying as I clung to Mads after her bath Monday night. Where did all my grief go? I guess the big difference for me is that this time I lost a potential baby but not my chance at motherhood. And since it was a baby that I had not even imagined in my life... I really hadn't yet fallen in love.
So now, I am back to where I was. Weird. So weird.
Back to buying airline tickets for my fieldwork this summer and trying to figure out what kind of cake to make Mads for her first birthday. I was reading my blog entries from around this time last year, remembering it all. Wow. What an amazing year. I feel so incredibly lucky, and happy. Despite the crazy last 6 weeks.
After all kinds of emotional hand-wringing and worrying and insomnia trying to figure minutia like whether or not one changing table would work and how I would work the organization to include two sizes of diapers... now I am right back on the same road I was on in early January.
Schwoosh.... did you feel the wizz of my head spinning around really fast? Aside from some lingering bleeding I could easiy convince myself that it was all a very weird dream.
So now it is back to my prior worries. Although I must admit that they now seem so much easier compared to what I was imagining I was facing.
I feel guilty for jumping right back into my 6-weeks-ago life after just one bout of crying as I clung to Mads after her bath Monday night. Where did all my grief go? I guess the big difference for me is that this time I lost a potential baby but not my chance at motherhood. And since it was a baby that I had not even imagined in my life... I really hadn't yet fallen in love.
So now, I am back to where I was. Weird. So weird.
Back to buying airline tickets for my fieldwork this summer and trying to figure out what kind of cake to make Mads for her first birthday. I was reading my blog entries from around this time last year, remembering it all. Wow. What an amazing year. I feel so incredibly lucky, and happy. Despite the crazy last 6 weeks.
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