Last week Emma came down with her first real illness. It was terrifying and exhausting, but I am happy to say we are all on the mend now. Let me break it down for you:
Tuesday night last week: Randy and I decide to order Chinese for dinner. As I'm getting ready to put Emma down to bed I say to him, "my stomach doesn't feel good". Shortly after I get Emma down for the night I am violently vomiting in the bathroom (sorry not sorry). At first I think it's food poisoning. I soon realize as I continue to get sick that it's something else.
Wednesday: Randy stays home from work to help out. I am weak and miserable and need him to take over with Emma for a while so I can sleep. He takes her to a playdate. I lie in the recliner in front of the tv and sleep and generally feel like I am dying. Randy and Emma come back from the playdate that afternoon. As I'm holding Emma on my lap she coughs and projectile vomit comes shooting out of her. I attempt to nurse her. Vomit, vomit everywhere. I get really scared and start crying. Randy was calm (or pretending to be) and we call the nurses line. Get in to see the doc and the doc is like, oh, it's a gastro intestinal virus, aka norovirus. Nothing you can do but let it run it's course. Awesome.
Thursday: Emma and I are starting to feel a tad better. And then Randy gets struck down. Vomit everywhere, again.
It has taken a whole week to recover from this virus. And now on top of it Emma has a little cold. Really?! To say this has been exhausting is an understatement. Emma has (understandably) been super fussy. Her sleep is totally off with her waking multiple times a night. And guess what? You don't get to call in sick when you're a mom. Still gotta show up, even when you are recovering as well. It's the saddest thing in the world for your baby to be sick. I just want everyone to be well and back to normal! Also I would like to sleep. I would always like to sleep.
In other news, I made some changes to my school schedule for the upcoming semester. I'll be taking two classes on Saturday, back to back. This works out much better for everyone. I won't be home late on a weeknight, forcing Randy to either do bedtime by himself or keep Emma up. And Emma is much less crabby pants during the daytime. Randy will have fun daddy/daughter bonding time while I'm at class. I'm sure they'll enjoy their Saturdays together.
4 months 'till I'm done with school. 4 months 'till I (hopefully) find a job and go back to work. 4 months 'till Em goes to daycare. 4 months to hold my little girl and make memories.
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