On top of all of the craziness happening all around the world, things lately have been tough mom-wise. I've been sick now for the past two weeks. Not a fun time to be sick. Last week, I came to school sick because we were preparing for the school wide folk dancing part of the school's culture night. When things were called off on Wednesday, I still went in on Thursday because it's easier than doing lesson plans and I was still mostly functional. Then the mild fever came on Thursday night and I finally decided to stay home on Friday. I had it all- fever, cough, congestion, sore throat, chills, muscle ache- the works- your average flu and cold.
While home Friday, the Governor canceled school for the following week and I was relieved to be able to stay home and recuperate. Then, as often happens in families, Joshua got my cold. With all the concern about the coronavirus, I watched him coughing and congested and worried it was something more.
Finally, when his temperature hit 100.5, we started having phone visits with his pediatrician. He wasn't showing the symptoms of pneumonia, but his eating was way down (which, as you probably know, has never been his strong suit) and the congestion was settling in his chest.
So, because he was not feeling well, his sleep was off. Oh, and because he has started rolling over, it wasn't safe to swaddle him anymore which threw off his sleep. Oh, and he's starting to drool more and chew on everything and is in early teething stages, so that's throwing his sleep off, too. It's a perfect non-sleeping storm. We feel like we're back to month one where we're up every two hours a night with a crying baby. What especially kills me is that, because of my cough, I lost my voice and even though it's beginning to come back, I still can't sing to him. Often, that's how I get him to calm down and to get him ready for bed. Heck, that poor kid can't go fifteen minutes without me serenading him with some nonsense or other. Now it's gone just when I need it the most.
During the day, Joshua yells at us if we try to feed him the solids he loved two weeks ago. He cries a lot more and, today, so did I. Yesterday his temperature went back down and a couple nights ago he slept moderately better. We're hoping the ship is slowly starting to turn back to wellness and happy Joshua, happy us again, but until then, we wait it out.
Right now, Paul's in humming and singing to Joshua because he wouldn't go to sleep for me. It's my night to be up with my little guy and I'm worried that this extra tear-filled, fussy evening we've had with him is indicative of the next 8 hours ahead of me. I'm so thankful that Paul is working with him and getting him to sleep so I can rest a bit. Wish me luck for the rest of the night.
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