Monday, August 22, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Mama Sick, Baby Sick
The curse of the summer cold. I've always hated the feeling of of stuffed sinuses and hot weather. For Bella, it was worse, mainly because she doesn't know what's going on. All she knows is she can't breathe and her mother keeps attacking her nose with strange suction instruments and wipes every twenty minutes.
Where could we have gotten it? Well, it could be from my sister and niece, or from going to the local coffeeshop/kiddie playground, or the library, or Wal-Mart, or any of the tens of places we go to each week to stave off boredom and cabin fever.
Luckily, Gramandie and Papa have a large toy collection started for their first grandchild, so Bella has no end of toys to play with and a large window in her play area to look out of.
I started a notebook finally writing down her eating times, naptimes, what she ate, how many diapers and what kind, etc., etc., in an effort to figure out what helps her sleep at night better. However, when we both got sick (I had a fever, nausea and sore throat on top of the general misery of the cough and runny nose), the notes and any semblance of a schedule went out the window.
We were letting her stay up late, nap as long as she wanted, whenever she wanted, play and rule the den until midnight. So of course, now that she's feeling better, she is not liking being back on a schedule. But I need my sleep, so while she can play all she wants in the daytime, after her bath, it's time to settle down. Now if I can get her dad on the same playbook, things'll be gravy.
Where could we have gotten it? Well, it could be from my sister and niece, or from going to the local coffeeshop/kiddie playground, or the library, or Wal-Mart, or any of the tens of places we go to each week to stave off boredom and cabin fever.
Luckily, Gramandie and Papa have a large toy collection started for their first grandchild, so Bella has no end of toys to play with and a large window in her play area to look out of.
I started a notebook finally writing down her eating times, naptimes, what she ate, how many diapers and what kind, etc., etc., in an effort to figure out what helps her sleep at night better. However, when we both got sick (I had a fever, nausea and sore throat on top of the general misery of the cough and runny nose), the notes and any semblance of a schedule went out the window.
We were letting her stay up late, nap as long as she wanted, whenever she wanted, play and rule the den until midnight. So of course, now that she's feeling better, she is not liking being back on a schedule. But I need my sleep, so while she can play all she wants in the daytime, after her bath, it's time to settle down. Now if I can get her dad on the same playbook, things'll be gravy.
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