Nothing says, “good morning momma!” like exorcism-style vomiting. Seriously, in her 8 weeks of life, this little one hasn’t seen the movie yet, I promise, but she opens her mouth and out it comes like she’s been studying the retched scene of a green-faced Linda Blair for years. This is no spit-up, my friends, it’s a hose turned on high-stream-power-washer. A geyser, really. And I have to say I’m getting quite good at recognizing the strange puzzled look on her face a half second before it happens.
It’s sneaky, quick, and if you blink, you just might miss it, regret it, and never blink again. I’ve gotten so good, in fact, that I pat myself on the back at times like this morning where I was able to grab, flip and aim the baby away in one quick motion and not a drop ended up on either of us. Granted, we may have to start remembering not to pile things on the floor next to the bed like the unfortunate blanket, books, burp cloth and sleep sack that met their match this morning, but I still deem it a success considering no costume change was needed for either of us and we’re still enjoying our pjs.
My little baby bear is sick. She officially has her first cold, confirmed by the doctor on Wednesday, and she and I are both miserable.
I wish I could take it away, wave a magic wand and make her feel better. But for now I’ve accepted that the best I can do is hold her close and keep her snuggly, dry, fed, and cozy warm. The laundry will wait, the dishes will wait, the wrappers and coffee mugs all over the place….aw who am I kidding, that was all there before she got sick. 🙂
She has a sad little look in her eyes, when she eats she can’t breathe so she throws up instead and when she cries, it’s not just an “I’m hungry” cry, it’s a painful “take it away, mama ’cause it hurts” cry and it’s breaking my heart.
I thank God it’s just a cold but I know how bad it feels when you can’t breathe out of your nose and your head throbs when you move and I want to make it all better for her but I can’t and it’s killing me.
I didn’t get any smiles from her yesterday which, along with the snuffly breathing and coughing and the desire to be held all day long (her, not me)…(ok fine, maybe me a little, too) tells me just how awful she’s feeling. So I’m summoning your happy thoughts because I believe in the power of good energy and love…
Please send your happy thoughts her way…thoughts that will dance their way into her sleepy dreams…good wishes for her to feel better… and tell those nasty germs to go away and leave her alone because momma needs to see those smiles and know that her little one is happy again.
Nope, no, you could not be any cuter. 🙂 Come on happy thoughts!