Has it really been almost a month? At least I left my daily updates on a high note, with Charlie’s first tub poop. A proud moment for everyone involved. We’ve had a lot going on in the last almost month. The term ‘a lot’ includes buying a second house, packing, moving, vomiting, diarrhea, unpacking, sneezing, coughing, canine stomach flu, sinus infections, trying to rent out our condo, 4 molars, and a double ear infection. Day in the life, no big deal. Have you ever tried to move with a 1 year old? It kind of sucks, just ask my husband. Especially when you do it over New Years Eve and your wife refuses to let you ask anyone you know for help. Because it’s New Years Eve and whothefuck wants to help someone move ... Read the full post.
Today, I spent the day waiting for it to come on. The upset stomach, the nausea, the rumbly in the tumbly. Tristan wasn’t feeling good all day yesterday, and it finally hit him last night. Err, I guess it hit the toilet to be exact. This flu season seems to be a really bad one. Lots of colds, a bad flu, and a bunch of different stomach bugs going around. We already had one round of the stomach flu earlier in the year (a few months ago), and Charlie was pukey last week. I’ve been loading up on hand sanitizer and chastising myself every time I chew on my fingernails. Tristan only got sick once, and then it was (apparently) over. Then I made him sanitize the crap out of the bathroom and used our other bathroom for 24 hours. I slept ... Read the full post.
I haven’t written our “daily updates” for a few days, obviously. It just didn’t feel right going back to celebrating the every day joys (and not-so-much-joy’s) with my little one after such a horrible tragedy happened just a few hours away. All of the hype and the news stories and the Facebook shares have slowed down, but it will still take a long time for us parents to heal. I still have a heavy heart and get teary when I think about all of the families missing their babies this Christmas. Other than the bouts of sadness when I catch another news story or a post on the web, things have been going okay. The Littlefield clan survived the “End of the World” as was [not really] predicted by the Mayans& ... Read the full post.
What we hoped to avoid appears to have been unavoidable. That right, Hand, Foot and Mouth. HFM is a little virus that tends to make it’s way around daycares in the summer and is often confused with Hoof and Mouth (which only affects cloven-hooved animals and is not transferable to humans). On Wednesday, C was with his Nana and she noticed some little dots around his diaper area. Not until we picked him up did he break a fever, and then the dots spread like wildfire. Foot Rash And, I mean wildfire. My husband said he had no dots on his face, and in the 5 minute car ride home, he developed at least 10 on his face. As first time parents, of course we freaked. What did he eat? Was there sunscreen on his skin? Is it the Pox? He had been fe ... Read the full post.
Sick Charlie
“Rogers Hornsby was my manager, and he called me a talking pile of pigshit. And that was when my parents drove all the way down from Michigan to see me play the game. And did I cry?“ That quote really has nothing to do with this post, but it reminds me of when I was in little league and one of us would get hurt or screw up, our coach would just state, in the most incredibly unsympathetic way, “toughin’ up!” (And I screwed up a lot.) I’ve never really been one for “toughening up,” per se. I’ve always been an emotional pain in the ass… Just ask anyone that knows me from when I was a child. And, if you read into that psychology crap, it’s probably due to the fact that I was R ... Read the full post.
Well, we had another week jam-packed with firsts. I guess that tends to happen when you have a new baby, right? Anyway, it all began on Monday when Charlie and I both woke up not feeling so hot. Or, I guess I should say we were feeling too hot…literally. I had to work, even though it was MLK day, and I could feel that I had a slight fever. Charlie’s temp never got over 99.7, but still a low-grade fever. I had a bit of a sore throat. Charlie had a cough, was sneezing a ton and had some pretty funky looking boogies. Over-share? What, you’re not used to me doing that by now? We thought maybe it was the dry air overnight; our Rinnai heater likes to act up on us sometimes, shutting off in the middle of the night. Or the middle ... Read the full post.