Yes, I totally just used a Sean Paul song to title my post. Go ahead…judge me now. After the morning we have had around here, I don’t have the energy to give a hoot.
Little Miss Plumpster only took one (of her grand total of 2) thirty minute naps yesterday. I thought she was just being feisty, but clearly that was not the case when she woke up this morning. Poor child was screaming bloody murder, shivering, panting and her little body was hotter than a July afternoon (and if you were in KC last summer, you know that’s hot!). Her tears were practically boiling as they rolled down her fat pink cheeks. It was the saddest thing I’d even seen.
Insert bum-bum thermometer here….Ah, ha! 103 fever…and it was still rising, but she was particularly squirmy this morning, so the thermometer placement didn’t last long (I wouldn’t like something shoved up my rear at 6am either, so I don’t blame her).
So after visiting with Dr. Deroo, he said she just had another bad virus and a super red throat. Nothing we can do except for Tylenol and lots of fluids and cuddling.
So here we have sat in our rocking chair all morning with our little birdie blanket and Pedialyte. Normally Nora can’t, and won’t, fall asleep in my arms, but today she can’t sleep anywhere else. I totally don’t mind this, as I have often mourned having a child who does not routinely cuddle. But nature does call at certain times in life. So I try and put her down. Nope, she’s not gonna have it and wakes up screaming. And since she’s sick, I can’t just LEAVE her there to cry all alone. So I pick her up and try to rock her back to sleep. She’s sill crying, but at this point, nature’s great flood is about to ensue down my legs and something must be done. So there we are…the dynamic duo on the letrine…doing my business, all the while still rocking my burning child and singing “La, la, lu.” If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is, folks.
I have so much love in my heart for my mom this morning. I called her in the early morning hours when all this started and she came right over to help. Bless her, she totally made this easier. And then on top of it, my sweet dad brought over banana bread after our doctor’s appointment. I seriously have the most thoughtful parents ever. It also made me respect them, again, so much more. When you have kids you look at your parents in a whole new light, believe you me. Today took me back to when I was really sick as a little girl. I had Scarlett fever followed by shingles in 4th grade. I was so miserable. And now, looking down at my own sleeping baby in my arms, I can only imagine what my mom felt when I was so sick… and it wasn’t just a couple of days – it went on for weeks on end. It rips your heart out to watch your baby hurt. Even though this is “just a virus and fever” it makes no difference. The patheticness is just overwhelming.
So here is to a day of chair rocking, Andy Griffith Show rerun watching, ice cream nibbling and Tylenol giving. Prayers for our little gal to feel better are certainly welcomed 🙂 I want my smiley, crawling minion back again.