Remember when I wrote that post about certain events in the first couple years of your child’s life that make you think, ‘wow, I am officially a parent now’? Yeah, I can add two more to that list: being both puked and peed on in the space of a single weekend. As I told Greg, it’s a good thing we have a toddler, or that sentence would have been really weird.
This was written yesterday before I got home and pretty much laid down on the couch for the rest of the night:
My throat is sore and my head is throbbing with that stuffed up can’t-think-straight-for-longer-than-five-seconds feeling. Really, passing out would be the best option at this point, except that I’m not home and I have to pick up Zoey soon and jeez, would it be really bad if I just curled up in a ball on the floor right here and covered up with my jacket? Just a little snooze. Can’t hurt anyone, right?
Our poor baby girl is feeling under the weather today, so she’s staying home with Daddy. Prescribed medicine: Lots of Oreos, cuddles and reading her Dora books a zillion times.
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This is my plea: Please, please, please just pop through and let my poor baby feel better. The low-grade fevers, the crankiness, the insomnia–I can’t take watching her suffer too much longer. And frankly, I WANT A FULL-NIGHT’S SLEEP AGAIN. It’s been at least four nights since Zoey slept with no problem–in her own bed. Greg and I would really, really, really like to get back to that. So please, pop through and let us all go back to sleep.
Love,
Cindy
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Last night, Greg and I found a couple unopened bottles of wine in the back of one of our cupboards. We have no idea where they came from. In fact, the only thing we were able to figure out is that they’ve been in that cupboard since we moved into our current house–since 2008. We both have noticed these bottles many times, but we both wrote them off as being some kind of fancy-shmancy vinegar. Greg thought I had brought them with me when I moved in with him from my apartment and just didn’t open them because I’m not really a wine drinker. I thought they were Greg’s, but he assured me last night that there is no way he would have bought two bottles of wine and not drunk them in the past few years.
We noticed on Saturday that Zoey’s poop had turned bright green. We’re talking Emerald City green, summer grass green–green enough to make me think, ‘huh’, when I changed her diaper. Bright green is just not a color you usually see in a baby’s diaper.
Mentally, I made a list of the foods Zoey had eaten in the past twenty-four hours, thinking that maybe if she had something super-green like peas… All she had had out of the ordinary was some garden tomato and herb potato chips at Greg’s dad and stepmom’s house on Friday night. Zoey had eaten a bunch of the chips before supper. Would that really be enough to change the color of her poop so drastically? I wasn’t sure.
Her second bowel movement of the day was more of the same and the following morning (yesterday morning), it was the same story. Green. WHAT IS UP WITH THE POOP?
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