The baby's cold is becoming my cold.
I cannot possibly imagine how this happened considering the things she loves best are:
1. Chasing the cats around the kitchen while holding a jar of sprinkles.
2. Putting her snotty, mucusy self all over me.
She's the cautionary tale for a "stop the spread of disease" poster. The Goofus to the Gallant.
*Wipe nose, stealthily stick fingers in mom's eye while her head is turned for a minute.*
*Pretend to want a hug and then rub face into mouth*
*Reach up while nursing and put snotty fingers in mom's nose/mouth*
*Look up lovingly, smile, and sneeze into mom's eyes with no warning*
She's not sleeping well tonight. So far it's required only one intervention, but she's waking up quite frequently, fussing a bit, and going back to sleep.
This, after I came home on Thursday to Samantha (the nanny) sick with a cold and looking like hell. "You could have called in!" I said, with sympathy and not much admonishment. "Oh, well, it was the last day of the week for us and the baby is so mellow. I knew I could tough it out and we'd just have a chill day."
Not the point, you infectious thing, you.
There are germs everywhere. Hand washing is of no consequence when I'm having to hold and nurse and wipe and change a mobile snot-tornado. It doesn't even make a dent.
Say nice things about me after I've drowned in the rising levels of mucus.
I cannot possibly imagine how this happened considering the things she loves best are:
1. Chasing the cats around the kitchen while holding a jar of sprinkles.
2. Putting her snotty, mucusy self all over me.
She's the cautionary tale for a "stop the spread of disease" poster. The Goofus to the Gallant.
*Wipe nose, stealthily stick fingers in mom's eye while her head is turned for a minute.*
*Pretend to want a hug and then rub face into mouth*
*Reach up while nursing and put snotty fingers in mom's nose/mouth*
*Look up lovingly, smile, and sneeze into mom's eyes with no warning*
She's not sleeping well tonight. So far it's required only one intervention, but she's waking up quite frequently, fussing a bit, and going back to sleep.
This, after I came home on Thursday to Samantha (the nanny) sick with a cold and looking like hell. "You could have called in!" I said, with sympathy and not much admonishment. "Oh, well, it was the last day of the week for us and the baby is so mellow. I knew I could tough it out and we'd just have a chill day."
Not the point, you infectious thing, you.
There are germs everywhere. Hand washing is of no consequence when I'm having to hold and nurse and wipe and change a mobile snot-tornado. It doesn't even make a dent.
Say nice things about me after I've drowned in the rising levels of mucus.
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Date: 2015-12-07 04:23 am (UTC)Good news: if you have four kids, you probably won't get so sick for the last ones. Your immune system will be made of iron.
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Date: 2015-12-08 04:18 pm (UTC)Hahahahaaaa! Have they ever met a baby?
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Date: 2015-12-07 03:29 pm (UTC)If you have two, you eventually become both germ- and bullet-proof. Yup!
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Date: 2015-12-08 04:18 pm (UTC)