We were in teething hell last week. Seriously, it was awful. Lots of fussiness, very little sleep, constant low-grade fevers, and plenty of ibuprofen. Which leads me to 3:30 am:
Charlotte: SCREAM SCREAM SCREAM *chews on fist* SCREAM
Catch: What do we do?
Molly: I don’t know!
Charlotte: SCREAM SCREAM SCREAM *push mom away* *reach back for mom* *push mom away* *reach back for mom* SCREAM
Catch: Should I get ibuprofen?
And that is the scenario that landed me on the phone with poison control at 4 am. Because we used the wrong syringe in a middle of the night, sleep-deprived fog, and gave Charlotte .625 ml (1/3 of a dose) more than we should have.
Guess what? The folks at poison control are LOVELY. Even though it was the middle of the night and we were probably the hundredth people calling because they overdosed their kid with some “foolproof” children’s medicine.
Also, it was absolutely fine. The awesome woman I spoke with asked a few questions, crunched some numbers, said not to give her any more ibuprofen for 8 hours and that she might have a bit of tummy upset, but that it was essentially no big deal.
Two days later, two new teeth had broken through. It appears that there’s still one more on the way, but things aren’t as bad as they were because Charlotte has been distracted by…
A COLD! Yes! Because moms didn’t need a break or anything.
So, hi from Zombieland. I took my first sick day since returning from maternity leave yesterday so I could stay home with my needy little monster. It was SUPER fun. Charlotte is going through this annoying-as-hell phase where she reaches out for me and then the minute I pick her up, she pushes away and insists I put her down… but the second I put her down, she’s reaching for me to pick her up again. We repeat this ad nauseam. All day. I do not understand it. I am so tired of being pushed away by my baby. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME, CHILD?! MAKE UP YOUR MIND! I will so gladly comfort your sicky-yuckiness, but you have got to let me hold you for longer than 5 seconds.
I’m going to stop whining now and share with you a few brief moments of cuteness that arose on yesterday’s sick day. The previous owners of our house installed a cat door on the master bedroom door. We keep meaning to replace the door, but then something like this happens, and we’re just so entertained by it that we can’t imagine it not being there. Also, pardon the YELLOW walls. OMG I hate that room. Yellow is not my color. Someday, I will find the energy to paint.