Day 101 – Change of plans

There wasn’t really anything on the agenda tonight, other than a late meeting at work. Then Stevie texted to say that Cadence was sick, had a fever, and had gone upstairs to nap. All was fine when Grandma picked her up at school. Miss C went upstairs to practice piano and guitar and work on her theory. A half hour later, she came back downstairs flushed and feverish and complaining that her neck and arms hurt. By the time I got home around 6:30, her fever was up to 101.6 and she was lying her her bed crying and saying the back of her neck, hands, and feet hurt.

C is generally pretty healthy, and even when she’s super sick she never really complains about anything (Hell, this is the kid we didn’t know had an ear infection until the eardrum was ready to burst, and didn’t know had pneumonia because she never even showed any symptoms). Her pediatrician’s office was closed and every Urgent Care in town apparently closes at 8:00 pm (by that point it was 7:45), so I called the pediatrician’s after hours nurse line to describe the symptoms and ask if we should wait it out or take her in.

By 8:30, we were getting checked into the ER to have Miss C checked over, and the fever was climbing above 102. The doctor ruled out meningitis, but decided to do a flu swab and a urine test. Thankfully no flu, but the fever was apparently bought on by a bladder infection. We got a dose of Tylenol and an antibiotic. Now it’s 11:00 pm and we’re finally back home and I’m exhausted.

Hopefully this kiddo starts feeling better soon!

Day 12 – Little man down

Current status…

This dude had a great swim lesson this morning, but seemed a little overly tired and crabby afterward, so he went down for an early nap.

An hour later, I heard him stir and start crying. Then the dreaded words:

“Mommy! Mommy, help! I sick!”

The smell hit me when I walked in the room–a mix of overripe banana and sour strawberry donuts. There was already a thick puddle on the comforter, more streaming from his nose.

I got him cleaned up, laundry started, clothes changed. Then we settled in to rest and wait it out. Late afternoon, another explosion, but Stevie and I managed to keep it mostly contained.

Since then, he’s been attached to me, lounging on the couch, sipping water, occasionally restless. He slept a bit, waking off and on and moaning, but his sour stomach seems to have settled. He finally woke and asked to go to bed, so we took him up and tucked him into clean, soft sheets and kissed him good night.

Here’s hoping tomorrow is a better day. Sleep tight H-man.

Elf on the Shelf 2017 – Days 15, 16

Crazy end to a crazy week.

December 15 – I woke feeling better and with my head clearer than it has been in more than a week. Seemed I was finally kicking the cold for good. Stevie and I were up and showered. Cadence was getting ready. I went to get Henry out of bed so he could have some breakfast before school. We were even running a little early, so it was a nice calm morning…

Nice and calm right up to the moment where Henry let out a sudden wet belch and then promptly began to vomit.

Something sort of crazy happens to your brain when you become a mom. Things that would normally incite panic or turn on that “flight” instinct suddenly trigger the brain to intense moments of laser focus where Moms are momentarily imbued with what can only be described as superpowers. Our kids come to us with bleeding wounds or broken limbs or pale, sickly faces and we suddenly become iron stomached combat medics who can field dress wounds and manage to keep a half-gallon of chunky, sour-smelling vomit from hitting the carpet by catching it in our own bare hands.

And in my case yesterday, I managed to catch 99% of it with my hands, shirt, and down the whole right side of my pants.

Stevie hurried in from the kitchen with dish towels, and hollered at Cadence to grab us a bowl or bucket. She panicked and grabbed the smallest sauce pan she could find in the cupboard. We thanked her for helping and sent her back for more towels. We managed to carry Henry in to the kitchen where we could get his shirt off (somehow the kid managed to escape with just a little vomit on his sleeves), and then we set him in the sink so we could contain any additional mess while I hurried upstairs to clean myself up, start a load of laundry, and call in to work.

Henry and I spent the rest of the day in the recliner watching movies and sipping water. He ran a fever of 100-101, but luckily that one eruption was the last of the vomiting. Stevie took Cadence to her swim meet (where she took 3rd in two strokes and managed to shave more off all of her times again). Then he headed out to see Star Wars. It was supposed to be a date night, but there’s no way I could ask a sitter to come and take a chance of this being contagious, so the kiddos and I hung out at home and laughed at the pictures Stevie sent of himself from the theater hanging out with R2-D2 and other fans dressed in costumes.

With all the excitement, we darn near forgot about the elves, until Cadence found them hiding in the freezer sneaking popsicles.

December 16 – Today, Henry woke still running a low-grade fever which translates to him being little extra whiny and clingy, but otherwise he seems to be on the mend. No more puking (thank God), and other than a little runny nose, there doesn’t seem to be anything else bothering him. We decided to make it a lazy day, and just hung out at home. Cadence headed to a friend’s birthday party this afternoon and I ushered Henry up to take a bath before nap time. We found the elves had done a little decorating in the kids’ bathroom.


Good news and bad news

Well, the good news is for two years in a row now, I’ve barely been bothered by seasonal allergies at all. Last year, I thought maybe it was just something to do with the fact that I was pregnant (you know, all those crazy hormones and weirdness that happens to your body when you’re growing a human). I skated through allergy season with nary a sniffle or sneeze.

Right up until this week, I thought maybe having Henry flipped some sort of switch on my allergies. I mean, I never had any allergies until I went to college. Then lo and behold, in the spring of 1999, as all the beautiful trees began to bloom and flower in NY, I woke up one morning tasting pollen and feeling like my head was going to explode. So, I thought it just might be possible for my allergies to stop just as suddenly as they’d started.

Then came the sniffling and the sneezing and the congestion and the scratchy throat, and I thought, “Damn, there goes my theory.”

But I was wrong.

So, the good news is–I no longer seem to suffer seasonal allergies.

And the bad news is–I caught some nasty springtime cold.

And even better–I gave it to Henry.


Yeah, it hasn’t been the best week ever. But so far, the two of us have kept it contained. Two out of four ain’t bad. And while we’re both a little crabby and tired and going a little stir crazy from being cooped up in the house for the better part of the week, we’re already feeling a whole lot better.

In spite of the sickness, the week wasn’t all bad. We got to enjoy some beautiful weather at Cadence’s soccer practice…










And Henry kept up his insatiable appetite. Good thing I stripped the kid down before giving him the pasta…



And Electra even cracked us both up today showing us she’s learning how to mind her manners and stay in her kennel when it’s time for Henry to eat…




I even managed to get quite a bit of writing done this week, so that was an extra bonus…


And now that we’re officially feeling better, it’s time got get back at it, just in time for the weekend. Bring it on.

One Step Forward

You know the old saying, and it pretty much sums up life with an infant. Just when you feel like you’re starting to settle into a routine, figure it all out, regain a bit of balance, something comes along and throws you for a loop.

Two nights ago, Henry went to bed easy–no fussing, no overtired crying–and he ended up sleeping from 8:30 p.m. to 6:00 a.m. He stirred once or twice throughout the night, but managed to put himself back to sleep. He even woke slowly in the morning, babbling softly to himself instead of waking suddenly and demanding (very loudly) to be fed.

It was amazing.

And I thought (or maybe prayed) that we might be able settle quickly into this new routine so I could stop feeling like I was walking around in a haze of exhaustion all the time.

But last night things just seemed a little off with H-man. He just seemed a bit unsettled. I had him up in bed around 8:00, and I should have known it was going to be a long night when he was already up and crying at 8:45 and 9:30 and 10:00.

I finally attempted to go to bed around 11:00, and H-man had me up another six times before we both finally gave up and just stayed up for the day around 8:00 a.m. And now that I have the fitness tracker keeping tabs on my sleep, I get to see the craziness of a night like last night all charted and color coded for me. The “awake” time seems to be the actual walking back and forth to H-man’s room and pacing back and forth trying to bounce him back to sleep. The “light sleep” is the hours I spend in the rocking chair, half-rocking, half-sleeping with a restless baby on m shoulder. And the “deep sleep”? Well, those are the moments when I collapse in bed and pass the hell out.


I have to say, I like the way the fitness tracker strings these all together and tells me I almost got enough sleep last night. Guess it’s a glass-half-full type. All I know is, it’s good that I didn’t have anything real pressing on the agenda today because even after a cup of coffee and a hot shower, I was barely functioning.

And then, shit happened. Well, puke happened. But honestly, it’s sort of the same thing if you ask me. Same mess, just spewing out of a different place.

I’d just gotten out of the shower and into a clean set of clothes and less than 10 minutes later, little H-man made an awful noise and showered me with a hot mess of pale orange mucusy liquid. Stevie and I jumped up, grabbing burp rags to try and contain the mess. Henry choked for a moment on the junk coming out of his nose, then coughed and cried. I suctioned him and stripped him down, and then held him on my shoulder, rubbing his back until he calmed down. I got him wiped down, passed him to Stevie so I could quick change clothes. Then I took him back and settled into the chair where he fell into a restless sleep on my shoulder.

Thirty minutes later, H-man sat up suddenly, cried, and then the whole scene repeated itself.

Four hours and four outfits later, the poor little guy finally seemed to have emptied himself out. No fever. No other symptoms. Just a whole lot of puke and exhaustion.

It’s been one helluva day.

And now I’m sitting here, listening to little man breathe over the monitor and hoping maybe we can both get a little rest tonight and feel better in the morning.


Elf on the Shelf 2013 – Day 22

Cadence came home from school yesterday coughing and sneezing and feeling like crap, and it appears poor Cosette was in the line of fire. Poor little elf needed a little rest and relaxation today. Here’s hoping everyone is feeling better tomorrow.


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