There is a great benefit in daycare.
There is also a benefit to having both of us (adults) working in the medical profession.
If there is a germ on the planet, it is coming through my home. Usually sooner than later.
If you are ever worried about a great outbreak, we'll make great proverbial canaries.
I believe in science and the pharma industry and am so glad we can dose the munchkin when she is ill.
Mimi has a great personality. Unless she is sleepy, tired, bored or getting sick. This is when we see the transformation to Mimi-zilla and the world just needs to be aware. A war cry generally comes with the transformation from cute toddler to monster. Appropriate I think...as in the movies there is also a dramatic transformation, right?
Last night she was warm and sniffling and I gave her the appropriate dose of pain reliever and help you breathe and 30 minutes later she was just out. Sleep. Slumber. Quiet.
My first meeting of the morning was scheduled today at 0800. Off to bed, early to rise. Satisfied, I went to sleep for about an hour and then woke and thought if she spikes a fever in the night when this wears off how will I know? Then I could not go back to sleep. Call it my OCD.
Enter mommy mistake #1: Grab the child and pull her into bed with me. Where she proceeds to kick me until she wakes at 0230.
Enter mommy mistake #2: 0230...change diaper since she is in bed with me.
Enter mommy mistake #3: Turn on light next to bed to prepare the meds. Give meds.
Crawl back into bed and think...in 30 mins we'll both be in slumberland. Night, night..baby.
Kick, kick, kick..toss...turn..check clock as I'm feeling like I'm in the 5th level of hell. She is singing to herself.
War cry: Leider Leider Leider Leeeder...Deeter Deeeeter...arms wave in the air. She's at least polite about it. Usually it's at the top of her lungs. Last night it was quasi quiet..as if to make sure I knew..but not wake the dog.
Help the kid breathe medicine did not help her sleep...just the opposite.
She was everywhere at once...standing in the bed climbing the wall...pull her back down..she stabs me in the eye with a pointy finger..."eye"...leider leider...
Clock check: 0430.
Toss turn...want to cry until..she finally crashes.
0545.
Alarm goes off at 0615.
Off to the races...I was the baby today. All day. Not myself due to lack of sleep...sucking back sniffles of my own..felt like crying all day.
We all have these stories. I wanted to write this one so that years from now, I have a golden ticket to wake her one random morning running in her room with my arms waving high above my head yelling at the top of my voice leider leider deeter deeter. Maybe I'll jump on her bed at the same time and shake my butt just for extra kicks.
I'm think it might be great when she is a teen and maybe stayed out too late the night before...done some great misdeed...I dunno.
She probably won't appreciate it..but I will.
Here's to you moms. *Cheers*
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