Last week was the week from hell. It was as bad as having a sleepless newborn, staying up all night on vacation with two kids (not by choice), or having adult diaper rash Except it was WORSE because my husband was away. Like away, away and not for work. Away for snowboarding and drinking beer. This man-holiday happened to fall during a week where L. had a head cold, diarrhea that never ended, four molars coming in and apparently, an ear infection. Because she is my sweet content baby who I can generally count on not to cry- unless she is hungry or it’s bedtime- I didn’t take her to the Dr. for a good week and a half. I knew her teeth were coming in and I thought all the add-ons were a result of this. Plus my kids are tanks and eat a lot of dirt, so they never get sick. Finally after two calls to Public Health I took her in, trusting my gut. She had an ear infection, though of course after crying all week didn’t make a peep in the Dr.’s office. Poor sweet baby. She was so uncomfortable in moments she was pulling my hair and scratching my chest.
It’s so, so, tough to hold a 20 lb baby all day when you also have a 35 lb toddler. My stress levels in moments were incredibly high. The breaks were for very short windows, because A. also got sick (more on that in a sec) and therefore was not allowed back to pre-school. A. is now in half-days at pre-school, instead of three full days of daycare. I don’t know who had this genius idea… oh yeah it was me. It has been a big adjustment on top of the move. I know she doesn’t handle change well, and I told myself it will take six weeks, but it has been longer and it’s hard on all of us. On an amazing note, this week she was very sweet to her sister. I don’t whether it’s the new behaviour “tactics” we are using (no time-outs) or if she sensed L. was down and out and Mommy could not handle refereeing the WWF-style interactions- but it put a smile on my face.. I was so proud of her. It has continued into this week, she has been softly patting L.’s head, and also kissing her toes to make her laugh. Sigh. Tear.
Anyways, back to hell week. A few days in A. started peeing out her poo too. Yes that rhymes! Then we were in the car on Friday and she threw-up (for the first time in her life) all over my iPhone that she was watching. It smelled like grape mixed with rotten cheese. Why does kids vomit always smell like some kind of sweet fruit? Then she came inside and asked to go to bed, and slept for three hours. When she woke up she had some juice, then walked over to me and puked it into my hands, several times. L. at this point was trying to stamp her feet in it (obviously). So I was catching vomit while also trying to clean it up. Does this mean I’m officially a Mom? It’s horrible having sick kids, but especially when you have no back-up. My husband is my only back-up within 50 kms and he was gone. The shifts were long. I’m talking 5am-9pm. It’s unreal what you can do when you have to. I washed my hair once in five days. I honestly couldn’t put them down. I thought we were in clear after the weekend, but no… the vom continues. L. and A. both threw up today. I will say the upside to all of this is the cuddles. I never seen my toddler sit so still. She fell asleep with me Sunday afternoon, fell asleep while putting on her pj’s tonight, and had three long naps on Saturday. Ed and I were in our house “alone” (both kids sleeping) for the first time in a year. I cooked! We made baby #3! KIDDING. KILL ME NOW. Just seeing if you’re awake.
Oh, and somewhere in all this sickness L. got the energy to take her first few steps. It’s adorable. Obvio.
But seriously sick kids are the worst and back-up should not be allowed to travel for the first year of a baby’s life. New rule. I have learned that I have to get waaaaay more babysitting and build in a lot more breaks. Because this is a hard job, and I need to wash my hair more…