Friday, March 25, 2011

times two

you ever have to step back and think, ok, when was my last shower?  or did i brush my teeth this morning or was that yesterday morning?  or you stop and count on your two hands how many hours of sleep you've had in the last 72 hours?  or how 'bout this one:  the snot on two certain parts of your body is not your own?  (insert nursing baby...)  so for me, my answers go: 2 days ago (i think); yesterday, for sure; 9; and yes, guilty.

my weeks usually go by at normal speed, sometimes i'm amazed that the weekend is only a sleep away.  but this week?  wednesday came, and i was like, what?!  it's only wednesday?!  my poor babies. dylan spent wednesday night developing a very similar cough to her brother's.  then, the fever hit in the middle of the night.  panicked at seeing (another!) 102.1 temperature on such a little being, i had to count to ten (ok, 20).  i'd like to say that after a dropper full of tylenol, she went to back to sleep.  but, little miss needed extra cuddles (like, a few hours) and a little less jammies.  cool wash cloth, more feeding and snuggles, an episode of jersey shore, and she snoozed until nine a.m.  my wonderful doctor was able to squeeze yet another child of mine in and informed us that the walker had an ear infection.  now, jack never had an ear infection until a month ago.  but, he was able to tell me exactly "mama, my ear huwts, need medicine frum doctow."  simple.  done.  but her?  i wouldn't have guessed it.  now i know why all my girlfriends can't say enough bad things about the ol' ear infection.  because you know what?  it's a bitch.  truly.  they can't lay down which makes sleeping interesting (see: nonexistent).  the irritability?  atrocious.  and forget about having any patience.  what would normally cause no reaction is now causing uncontrollable crying, pathetic whimpering, constant moaning and this hilarious (albeit ridiculous) throwing herself onto her back, usually smacking her head pretty nicely, adding to even more frustration.  just silly.  what normally gets smiles, coos and baby chatter, now gets blank stares from her red-rimmed eyes.  her raspy voice replaced her sweet, squealer girly sound.  and let's not forget, the drippy faucet nose.  the only good thing out of this, she's pretty dang cute for a sickly little thing.   

a very concentrated mouth-breather
ridiculously sweet

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