Baby and I took the day off to spend the day in bed cuddling and nursing. Temen’s first sick day. Why? Because she has her first cold, so of course the world must hold. Every sniffle, sneeze, and cough has me patting her while promising she’ll be okay. Is it a bit dramatic here today? Yeah, probably. I mean, it was bound to happen, right? People get sick, people get colds. It’s a thing that happens. But was I ready for it? No.
She’s been sick since Monday with sniffles and a cough that’ll break your heart. Neither one of us has gotten much sleep, but it wasn’t until this morning that she had a fever and I said “okay, snuggle day”. Now, in all transparency, she did get her vaccines yesterday and vaccines are known to give babies fevers for the first 48 hours. BUT STILL. A fever and cold calls for snuggles.
Being the perpetually over prepared mom I’ve (so far) found myself to be, it’s a bit surprising I didn’t have a stockpile of baby Tylenol ready to go when we came home from the hospital. I know it was on some list, but following lists are hard. So this morning I was at Target by 9:00AM getting all the supplies. (9:00AM is significant because most days I can’t even be a productive employee by 9:00AM.) We got Tylenol, Boogie Wipes, and saline. We also got me a Lunchable and lemonade for breakfast.
After my very adult, very put together, very responsible breakfast, I threw everything I had at the baby. You want me to make the bathroom our very own steam room? Deal. I’m on it. Let’s check your butt temperature again, give you some Tylenol to make that fever come back down. Throw some saline in your nose, pull out all the boogers, wipe your nose with a Boogie wipe, pray everything works out.
Well, it did work for about a hot minute. But soon enough we were back to screaming crying, until she wore herself out and decided it was time to nap. Thank God for naps. Being a new mom is hard. Everything is an emergency, you do everything wrong, everyone has ideas for what you should be doing differently, but at the end of the day you’re the one responsible for this life, no one else.
So I’m sure that her third, fourth, fifth, and twelfth cold will be unremarkable. Nothing to blog about. I’ll be an old pro who rather than freaking out, finds that it’s nothing more than an annoying inconvenience. But for now, I don’t like it. It freaks me out and has me googling all the things I shouldn’t be googling.
Apparently this too shall pass.
For now, her dad is home and holding her. I give that another ten minutes tops, but I’m going to go and enjoy those ten minutes and poop in peace.