the walking dead (but not the show)

If you were to count all of the days of your life that you had spent sick in bed, how much would it add up to? I reckon at least a year. The Beard read an article claiming three. Either way it is a depressing thought. Not counting years spent in bed dying of things like cancer. Just counting the common colds. If you could get it all out of the way in one year, would you? I like to get unpleasant things out of the way all at once, but a year of the common cold, of stuffy noses and sneezes and coughs and restless nights might be more than I can take. There are only so many tissues in the world.

Every single time I get sick I lament the way I never remember to fully appreciate the times when I am healthy. “The next time you hear me complaining about something,” I told the Beard a few nights ago, “please just remind me that at least I can breath through my nose.”  So, despite the fact that I am still not feeling like I’m made of animated tissue, today I am at least happy to have the use of my nostrils.

Baby Pickles caught my cold after three days, which has certainly played a part in the creation of my undead flesh.  She is usually such a peaceful baby, such a “good sleeper” as the kids’ parents say.  Now we know what it would be like if she was not.  Now we know what it would be like if she woke up once an hour screaming and had to be walked around the room to get back to sleep.  Now we know how a whole lot of other parents feel for the first six plus months of their children’s lives.  Sometimes I wonder how it is possible that we humans came to have a population problem.

After three days of sniffling and very mild fever, we were expecting her to get better.  Instead her fever shot up through the roof on day four, chasing us off to the pediatrics emergency room at the hospital.  It didn’t feel like an emergency room emergency (which I usually imagine involving lost limbs and heart attacks and, you know, serious splatter shit), but after 1 pm on a Friday, there is no one else to call until Monday morning.  After a surprisingly pleasant visit (we only waited ten minutes!) we were told that, besides having a mean cold, there was nothing wrong with Pickles (whew), and that we just needed to keep giving her lots of fluids and waiting it out.

So we are, and it seems to be working, but the mornings are getting harder and harder, and if this lasts for much longer, Pickles is going to have to start changing her diapers and lighting the wood stove herself, while the Beard and I lay prostrate in bed, babbling and drooling and munching on brains.

 

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Sunday December 16th 2012, 1:41 pm 3 Comments
Filed under: conspiracies,daily life,gorilla parent (year one)

3 Comments so far. Please leave a comment.

*hug* It’s a nightmare isn’t it. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a vomiting bug before having a kid. Now we all get one every couple of months.

It’s times like that (when your baby is up every hour) that you remember how much inner strength you have. As it goes, that’s how Nookie was for almost the first year of life, every night. And then I had to get up at 5.30 four days a week and go work an 8 hour shift. And my managers wondered why I could no longer do my job properly! I honestly don’t know how I did it! And it’s one of the reasons I’m so terrified of having a second child (as that’s starting to weigh on my mind as time ticks along). What if I get another high needs child?!!

Comment by Radical Ramblings 12.16.12 @ 2:37 pm

RR: Thanks! I am not looking forward to the puking bugs that are in our futures either. Ugh.

I don’t know how you got up and went to work after that sort of night, and for so long! You really are a superhero. I have absolutely no feelings of remembering any sort of inner strength through all this. More like lamenting the strenth I don’t have. But you get through somehow. She’s showing signs of good moods and last night was bad, but slightly better. FINGERS CROSSED. I can’t take much more of these nights.

Comment by nikki / click clack gorilla 12.17.12 @ 12:11 pm

I hope things are easier for you all soon.

Na, not a superhero by any means! You just get on with it don’t you. :)

Comment by Radical Ramblings 12.17.12 @ 5:31 pm




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