February 8, 2012

My lovely husband shared. I have it. Ashlin may have something, as she threw up last night and is “off” today. This sucks. She also was home today, so I couldn’t totally rest, as I still needed to take care of her. Thankfully, Stu was home, and is better than he was yesterday. He took Teagan in and got ice pops for the two of us.

Bed is calling… Or is it the bathroom? I’m not too sure.

February 7, 2012

So, Stu is sick. Some nasty stomach thing. Not a flu, but icky. All day, he wasn’t able to keep anything down, but maybe water. Five shades paler than he normally is. Thin.

For the most part, I got the girls ready for day care – bottles, clothes, all the stuff – and myself ready for work. Well, Stu did get Teagan dressed, which was awesome. I got them loaded into the car and dropped them off. My Maxwell House moment didn’t happen until I headed to work. I got to wake up on the drive in, with my cup of coffee.

On the ride, I started wondering if I actually felt ill, or if it was a strange sympathy pain. Most of the day I was a tad queasy, but never more than that. Just a little bit off. I still don’t feel quite right, but it’s not enough to slow me down. Not yet, anyway.

Fingers crossed that I don’t catch it, or haven’t yet…

Sigh.

PS. I do have another clogged duct. Argh. I hate when I can’t pump enough at work. Ashlin’s not helping, much. I think a combo of her ears and the teeth that may be pushing through make it painful for her to nurse.

January 27, 2012

Sleeping Beauty

Ashlin didn’t too much better today, even with antibiotics.  Her temperature never really went below 101.5°F, even with a combo of Tylenol and Motrin.  She slept a lot of the day away, really wasn’t her chipper self.  One nap was on me, and although the snuggle was nice, she was so hot.  A little furnace. Hopefully she’ll be better tomorrow.  If her fever doesn’t go down, I’ll probably call just to see if there’s something to worry about.  There probably is.  Sigh. ~~ She woke up just before her sister got back from day care.  102.6°F.  As we were coming downstairs, she threw up.  Not too much, but as she had eaten almost two hours before, not spit up.  As I was deciding which way to go to get her cleaned up, she threw up again.  Just a bit more this time, but not a lot.  Wonderful.

I Feed Me!

Although she was falling asleep in the highchair, I didn’t want to put her in her crib.  Nervous about her throwing up again upstairs, where we may not be able to hear it.  Stu started defrosting some Pedialyte, and then snuggled her while I helped her sister eat dinner and then Skype with the grandparents. When the pedialyte was defrosted, she was a bit more awake, but was not really interested in drinking it. She did have a sip or two – All by herself!  She’s so big! – but that’s about it.  We nursed instead, and she’s now sleeping on the bouncy chair.  I’ll take her upstairs to her crib soon. I hate that she’s so sick. I’ll probably call the doctor tomorrow, especially if she still has a fever. My poor baby. ~~ 9:05pm – I just moved her upstairs.  Her temp was about 99.1°F, the lowest it’s been in about 3 days.  Maybe the antibiotic is finally working.  Once I put her down, she rolled over onto her side and grabbed her glow seahorse.  She loves that seahorse.  Tucked her in and turned up her monitor.

January 6, 2012

Happy Kings Day!  We celebrated with one sick toddler (who didn’t know what today was, she thinks it’s tomorrow) and one happy (finally!) bathing beauty. Look at that belly!!

Night-Night, Kings!  Teagan is waiting for you!

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We didn’t have Teagan put a box with grass out.  I had wanted her to color a picture as her wish list, but somehow the day got away from us.  We’ll do that next year.

December 21, 2011

The stockings were hung

The girls are trying to kill me. And almost succeeded.   I’ve been sick.  Since Monday.  Or more that Monday started with that tickle in the back of my throat and a sniffly nose.  That feeling that you get and hope that if you get enough sleep, enough Airborne, you may just escape.   I went to bed early (like that was hard), hoping against hope that I wouldn’t get sick, but no luck.  The girls are thorough.

I woke Tuesday knowing that I hadn’t escaped.  Throat had that lovely broken glass mixed with gravel feel to it.  Nose was stuffed full of snot.  Awesome.  I supposed I should be sort of happy, that it took until this week to succumb to all the germs that they’re just crawling with.  They have been oozing some sort of icky body fluid for the past few weeks, maybe since Halloween, when they had back to back episodes of croup.   Well, one each, but both girls.

Not quite there

Yesterday was not fun.  I was sick and Ashlin was home.  I suppose if I had enough presence of mind to think, even a little, I would have sent her into day care, and swapped her days.  But I wasn’t thinking.  I just wanted to sleep.  Ashlin, on the other hand, wanted to play, to move.  She got so close to getting on all fours and rocking.  But she’s not quite there.  I think we’ll be seeing her move come by New Year’s.  I did get two short naps in while she napped in the bouncer.

And, of course, I couldn’t take anything to make me feel better.  With all the supply issues I’ve had this time, I couldn’t take any chances.  Yay to feeling crummy in order to nurse longer.

Today was better.  Both girls were in day care, so I got to relax a bit.  And nap, for more than 20 minutes at a time.  And after the afternoon nap, I feel almost ok, just some remnant sniffles.

When the girls got home, I made a batch of salt dough and we did Teagan’s hands, and then Ashlin’s hands (yay!) and feet.  They turned out pretty good!

Ashlin's Foot

Ashlin's Hand

Teagan's Hand

I don’t know if I’ll get more decorations up or not…  I still have to do a little more shopping, and then wrap.  Yikes.

November 3, 2011

T&A&L - Sharing is not always good

It seems that my two girls are sharing, and sharing more than they should be.  Yay.

Teagan now appears to have caught some of Ashlin’s croup. She had a very restless – bad – night last night. Coughing a bit.  Up at least twice requesting “rock-a-me mama,” saying “I have boogers” and asking to have her nose wiped.

This morning, she was a bit warm, but it wasn’t a fever.  She wasn’t hoarse, nor coughing.  I had work to get done, and with one baby already staying home, she got bundled off to day care.  Bad mom, that’s me!

Just after noon I received a call from the Day Care supervisor, telling me that Teagan was “not herself” and “didn’t want to talk” because her throat hurt.  I will admit, I wasn’t totally surprised.  I was a bit sad with myself for sending her after all.

Once we got home, Teagan didn’t want to eat, but said she was hungry.  Didn’t want to nap.  Her temperature was in the high 100-101 range.  I did get her to eat some applesauce, and nap.  Though Ashlin woke up, so I wasn’t able to get much work done at all, though I did sit in on the project’s daily afternoon conference call.

After the nap, her fever was higher, voice more hoarse.  She just wanted snuggles, and was talked into some cheese, pretzels and apple cider.  It is nice snuggling with her, she wants it less and less as she gets older.  It would be nice, though, if she did it when she wasn’t sick.

She’s in bed now, with a dose of motrin in her, to try to keep the temp down.  Hopefully, it will stay down, she won’t cough too much, and will be more her usual self tomorrow.

I can hope.