Wednesday, March 24, 2004
Greetings from Virusville, population 2! Today would have been my return to the office - huzzah! the right side of my head no longer feels like a fishbowl and I stopped coughing up chunks of lung! - but Sophie came down with a cold overnight. Parent-to-child and vice versa germ passing are guarantees of spawning, it seems, so it's no surprise that she caught the bug I had last week. When I pulled her out of her crib this morning, she was so lethargic that for once I didn't have to hog tie her to wrangle a fresh diaper on her.
Her fever this morning was at least 101.2, which is what the thermometer registered before Sophie's resistance of the temperature-taking effort paid off in her favor. We dosed up on infant Advil and headed to the pediatrician's office, where we received the diagnosis of "common cold". No earache, no sore throat, and the temperature is down to 99.3 now so we just have a cranky and somewhat listless baby with bad congestion.
And the runny nose? Lemme tell ya, within the first few months as a mommy, I had been drooled on, peed on (like a cherub water fountain, mind you, which the kid thought was absolutely hilarious), barfed on, pooed on, changed diapers containing substances that are quite possibly not of this earth (never, ever allow grandparents to feed a toddler copious amounts of kale "because she likes it"), and more recently I have even dealt with a two-part bathtub poo incident, but there is nothing that squicks me so much as the nose slime. It seriously makes me dry heave. It goes something like this:
"Com'ere, baby, let me wipe your nose [so you won't deposit that on your toys, the furniture, the dog or me]."
*dabs kid's nose, begins involuntary horking, runs to wash hands*
Now repeat that every 3 minutes or so for a picture of how the early part of the day has been.
I should add, though, that the tremendous upside to all of this is that I have a cuddly baby who is more than happy to sit on my lap and snuggle up to me while I work on office projects. Sick or not, it's wonderful to spend the time together just being a baby and a mommy.
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