New Year, New Virus & Romanticles
February 1, 2013
New Year, New Virus
Probably my favorite time of 2013 so far were the 5 days we weren’t stricken with some virus.
Would you even believe me if I told you Beckett was sick again? This month is sort of starting to feel like the Beach Vacation of 2012, minus the whole running-over-a-deer thing.
Timeline of recent events:
Friday 1/11: flu symptoms start
Sunday 1/13: DAY OF TERROR / ER / SEIZURE / EAR INFECTION / FLU / NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE / TRAUMATIZING OF ALL CHILDREN IN URGENT CARE WAITING ROOM / $1300 AMBULANCE RIDE WITH $52 “MISC” CATEGORY, PRESUMABLY THE COST OF THE TWO BEANIE BABIES WHO NEEDED TO BE “TAKEN CARE OF” BY THE “BIG GUY”
Thursday 1/17: follow up appointment. Ear infection is worse in one ear and starting in the other.
|he took the “seizure best practices” info sheet pretty seriously.|
Thursday 1/24: CLEARED! Officially diagnosed as “on the mend”. Bum a fresh kolache off a stranger.
|kolache pictured in his right hand.|
Friday 1/25: First play date in 2 weeks. It’s a girls’ night/play date combo. Very exciting stuff. Except…projectile vomiting in the car seat outside of the house. Stomach bug.
Saturday 1/26 – Tuesday 1/29: The kind of pooshrapnel one would not wish upon their worst enemies. 897 diapers down.
Wednesday (1/30): Clear again! SERENITY!! Leave the house and play like normal people!!!
Thursday (1/31): Cold.
I don’t know about y’all, but I’m about ready for this flupidemic seasonal virus death trap to end.
Being a parent is so unlike anything I expected. It’s terrifying and awesome and funny and overwhelming and every emotion I’ve ever felt ever…times 1,700. I’ve never been more happy, more scared, more frustrated, more ____ in my life.
No one has any idea what it will be like for them with their own child and I assume it’s totally different for each child, too. Right?
I made educated guesses based on what other people talked about, so I couldn’t help but romanticize each stage before it happened in real life.
“We’ll get to lower the crib mattress when our precious angelface starts pulling up like a big boy!!”
“Babe – we seriously have to lower the crib tonight. He’s now eaten 3 of the 4 sides.”
“I can’t wait to hear what his first sentence will be!! It’s going to be amazing.”
“Acca-scuse me?! Did he really just say, ‘SARRRAAHHH, SIT DOWWWN!!!”
“Mack and Beckett will be best friends. Mack will probably sleep right next to the crib.”
“Mack’s in the corner shaking. Did B try to ride him again?”
We’re currently entering the
“I wonder when ‘terrible twos’ start.”
which is really more like:
“If he noodle-legs in public one more time I’m exchanging him for a more emotionally stable model.”
Just kidding about exchanging him. (for now.)
He’s way too awesome.
Plus, this is reason enough to keep him: