I've been very blessed over the last 4 years. Or lucky, if you don't believe in blessings like I do. I can count on one hand the number of times that both my kids have been sick. Pumpkin has had a handful of colds and one (in the end unnecessary) trip to the emergency room when we thought he'd broken and sliced open his toe. Turns out he'd only sliced it open. Princess has been sick exactly three times in 15 months. This is the third.
A few days ago Pumpkin came down with a cold. He was running a fever and running a firehose of a stuffy nose. It got so bad that his little lips were red and chapped from him rubbing at them all the time. But that's ok. You can get an almost-4-year-old to drink lots of fluids and take his medicine. You can get him to leave the chapstick alone so it can help his lips. A 1 year old is a different story.
Princess came down with Pumpkin's cold yesterday. She's such a baby when she gets sick, I've learned. :) She wants nobody but me. Any little hurt makes her bawl in pain when she'd normally shake it off. She will guzzle her juice in one moment and refuse it the next. She's ok with taking tylenol for her fevers, but she gets really high fevers. And she doesn't sleep well.
I haven't been up with a baby at night in quite awhile. I'd say 6 months at least. She's usually such a good sleeper at night. I guess illness negates any of that. Princess was up three times last night, for about an hour each time. I'd get her out of bed, calm her down, get her juice and rock with her in the recliner. I actually enjoyed it for the first little while. I never get to just snuggle with my little girl anymore. She's just always on the go. It was so wonderful to rock with her in my lap. She'd stare up at me while she'd doze off, her poor little lungs laboring to breathe. I'd doze a little myself until she'd jump and wake herself up. Once she saw I was still there then her little eyes would begin to close again.
I was tempted to put her down in her bed. I was tired and I could tell she was, too, but every time she'd wake and look around for me I was glad to be there.
A few days ago Pumpkin came down with a cold. He was running a fever and running a firehose of a stuffy nose. It got so bad that his little lips were red and chapped from him rubbing at them all the time. But that's ok. You can get an almost-4-year-old to drink lots of fluids and take his medicine. You can get him to leave the chapstick alone so it can help his lips. A 1 year old is a different story.
Princess came down with Pumpkin's cold yesterday. She's such a baby when she gets sick, I've learned. :) She wants nobody but me. Any little hurt makes her bawl in pain when she'd normally shake it off. She will guzzle her juice in one moment and refuse it the next. She's ok with taking tylenol for her fevers, but she gets really high fevers. And she doesn't sleep well.
I haven't been up with a baby at night in quite awhile. I'd say 6 months at least. She's usually such a good sleeper at night. I guess illness negates any of that. Princess was up three times last night, for about an hour each time. I'd get her out of bed, calm her down, get her juice and rock with her in the recliner. I actually enjoyed it for the first little while. I never get to just snuggle with my little girl anymore. She's just always on the go. It was so wonderful to rock with her in my lap. She'd stare up at me while she'd doze off, her poor little lungs laboring to breathe. I'd doze a little myself until she'd jump and wake herself up. Once she saw I was still there then her little eyes would begin to close again.
I was tempted to put her down in her bed. I was tired and I could tell she was, too, but every time she'd wake and look around for me I was glad to be there.






