As I look around me I see a sea of white fluffy piles. ‘Tis the season, and all that jazz. However, I will, at some point, run out of tissues.
Littleman was sick for 4 straight weeks. Not just a runny nose & a bit of a cough. Oh no. Fevers combined with weekly doctor visits, an ear infection, and three kinds of antibiotics. Why yes, that is how I spent my Christmas and New Years. Don’t envy me too much, your head might explode.
Four straight weeks of pitiful baby, thermometers, tylenol, motrin, and fighting about finishing his dinner (well, we always fight about that, but it’s worse when he’s sick).
fever baby
Anyway. I thought I was lucky. I went four straight weeks without picking up anything from him. What are the odds of that? I now know never to think that thought again. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am sick. This really goes without saying though, because all parents know, when your kids get sick, you get sick.
Why is that? Because the stinky little sneaks like to slip those germs in whenever and wherever they can. When you’re really close, all of a sudden they have a sneezing or coughing fit right in your face. Why yes, those fingers he just shoved in your mouth, they’ve been in his mouth for the past hour. Awesome, glad you’re all up in my face first thing in the morning breathing in my air.
Sick Mamma
I guess I can’t ever say he never gave me anything.