So Lucy is 8 weeks old today. I have no idea how that happened or where the time went. I can’t believe that it has been 8 weeks since she was born. Probably because those 8 weeks have been crazy, busy, stressful and just A LOT. This week is no exception as A has contracted the plague.
Ok, A doesn’t have the plague, but strep throat, but honestly with an 8 week old at home, it might as well be the plague because heaven help us all if Lucy were to contract it. (Or Lila because I can’t imagine a 2 year old with strep throat is much fun for anyone, especially the 2 year old.) Tuesday night I went out with a friend for my first “girls’ night out” in, well since I became pregnant with Lucy, so you do the math. A had come home early from work on Tuesday saying he didn’t feel great. He napped and told me he was better and sent me out. Thankfully I drank bourbon while I was out, because I came home to find a wide awake baby refusing to take a bottle and A curled up in the fetal position with a fever.
I sent A to the family room to sleep on the couch (where he proceeded to watch The Big Lebowski, a movie I think he’s watched at least 3 times since becoming ill on Tuesday) and went about putting Lucy to bed. I handled the night time feedings on my own (which I’ve done many times, since A has traveled twice since Lucy was born) and felt pretty good. I got this.
Then Lila woke up the next morning. Trying to get two kids ready and out the door in a timely manner is just pretty much impossible. We did it, but I definitely breathed a giant sigh of relief when I left day care after dropping her off in her classroom. It’s been a pretty big battle since then to keep the house running. Even last night when I thought I had it together – having completed dinner, bath time, pjs and feeding Lucy all on my own – Lila asked to hold Lucy. Sure, what a sweet picture of sisterly love. If only people could see how amazing I am – I can do evening routine and even have time for sister cuddles. And then Lila slapped Lucy across the face. Like a giant Dynasty slap. Sigh, you can’t win them all. I mentally cursed the strep germs and prayed for A to get better quickly and that “quarantine period” be over soon. But then I woke up and realized Lucy was 8 weeks old. Good or bad, I don’t want to wish away our days, they are moving to quickly without my help.
PS – Lila woke up this morning at about 6:30am and exclaimed “I do it!” Even though she promptly went back to sleep, without another sound, it was definitely a sneak preview of what the morning would hold.
Two year olds are amazing!We had a 2 year old today who had a trigger finger repaired.Went home just fine;3 hours later mom called in panic.The child had ripped off his dressing and bitten out his stiches and as his surgery was only hours old,was bleeding really bad.So back to hospital for new stitches and a large cast.Wonder what damage he can do with a full cast?Hope family hides the cat and dog and siblings.