As a parent of 2 kids, 25 months and 3 months old, I’ve spent more time at doctors’ offices and hospitals since my daughter was born than the sum of my entire 31 years in existence. For example, today I woke up covered in painful hives and went to the urgent care to make sure it was something that my kids wouldn’t get. As soon as I came home, I changed Sidney’s diaper and dressed her in a super cute outfit. As we were leaving her room, she coughed and promptly threw up everything she must have eaten for days. It was seriously that much puke/milk/mucous.
No one ever warned me that keeping two kids healthy at the same time would be equivalent to finding the holy grail. It has been a constant cycle of someone getting a cold, Jackson getting croup and then the baby getting it all. Jackson tends to whine about being sick while Sidney only gets pissed if she can’t nurse as effectively (after all, homegirl is now popping out of her 6 month outfits). Don’t even get my started if my husband gets sick. A “man cold” is *almost* as bad as a toddler-boy cold.
So here I am, on a cold and dreary Monday, waiting for a call back from my pediatrician’s office to see what we should do about the coughing/puking 3 month old. My fingers are crossed there won’t be another hospital trip in store for us, UGH!
Here’s a pic of my little piglet, belly barely contained by a 6 month onesie. I never expected for her to be wearing 9 month long sleeve shirts so I had to make an emergency run to the Children’s Place clearance racks to find her some. Otherwise, she would be wearing 9 month tank tops in 10 degree weather- and then I’d have to deal with people calling DCYF on me.
Hope you had a nice holiday weekend! Ours was filled with coughs, puke and hives 🙂
Oh, PS. The hives are from unknown reasons. I also had to get a shot in my butt with a needle that I swear was 4 inches long.