It's Monday, and I am tired AF. Today is my one day off from mommy duty when Stephen takes over because, if you're a parent of a toddler, you know what I'm talking about when I say I need a break. That goes for those parents that say their toddlers are angels: YEAH RIGHT. Anyway, I'll get right to it, so buckle up because this week I have a major complaint; I don't want your advice. That's right. It deserves to be in bold and underlined, because I can't stress this enough. If you're a new parent or have been at some point, you know what I mean. Those people who give unsolicited advice on how to raise your kid. Please, just stop. I understand that there are those people who genuinely believe they're helping but most of the time it comes from a know-it-all, and nobody likes a know-it-all. They're like those kids who raise their hand in class to tell the teacher they forgot to collect the homework (which got me plenty of F's in school). If you find yourself saying, "well, you really should be doing this," then 'you really should' take a seat. I don't care if you or someone you know has raised 20 kids, your advice means squat to me. Look, when you're a new parent, you feel like everything you do is wrong. It may feel like you're helping but what you're really doing is making me feel even more insecure than I already do. Nobody's perfect, so your advice isn't going to suddenly make me the perfect parent. I've never actually had someone say I'm a terrible parent but in my head that's what I hear when you give me unwanted advice. Unless Autumn's sticking her fingers in a socket (I have circuit protectors, by the way) or eating cat food, please let me parent how I want to. I've picked up different things from my mom, mother-in-law, and other parents that I find works for me, but sometimes they don't and that's okay, too. My mom is over almost every day and if I was doing or feeding her something that she thought was harmful or just plain stupid, she would tell me. But she knows when to step back and let me do my own thing. I not only went to her for advice while pregnant but whenever I want to try something new or just need help I go to her or my mother-in-law, because they both offer non-judgemental advice, which is what a new parent needs in their life. This post isn't targeted towards anyone in particular, just what I've picked up over the past year-and-a-half. But if the shoe fits... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and if you have some advice for me, you can save the drama for ya mama.
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It's Monday already?? Just kidding, I honestly lost track of the days over a year ago when our darling was born. Today's post is going to be a bit personal, as you can tell from the title. I've gone back and forth on the topic for a few months now, and looking back on my Timehop the past few days I figured it's time. A Rainbow Baby is the term used for a baby that is born after a miscarriage or complication during the pregnancy or after birth. Three years ago I suffered a miscarriage around my sixth week. It doesn't seem like much of a loss since I wasn't far along and it was just the beginning but it still hits you like a dump truck. Stephen and I had gone shopping (prematurely, I know, shut up) and picked up a hat with floppy dog ears and a pack of blue socks, (Stephen's choice, since he was hoping for a boy). Around the seventh week I went to my gynecologist and he proceeded to tell me he no longer delivers babies so I wouldn't be able to do an ultrasound during that visit but he told me from his observation that he believed I might be further along than I thought or *gasp* carrying twins! Now, you can imagine the panic we felt of being first-time parents at 21 and 22-years old but, twins?! No way. So, I proceeded to seek another obstetrician. I'm finally looking at the ultrasound with Stephen sitting next to me, and the doctor wasn't saying anything but had a puzzled look on his face. You can imagine the panic that ensued while my heart was pounding. As a woman who is pregnant or trying-to-conceive you never believe it will happen to you, until it does. He then told us that he couldn't find a heart-beat, and even though I was supposed to be eight-weeks along, I was only measuring six weeks. I can't even remember my reaction or how long it took me to cry but I know I tried to hold on until I got outside and I couldn't. They had blood drawn before I left because of my epilepsy and had me make an appointment to come in a week later to see if anything had changed. For that week I was optimistic and prayed for a miracle, until our appointment came and he still hadn't seen a heart-beat or any growth. This time I couldn't hold it in and just cried for hours in the office, on the train and bus ride home, and for a few days after that. I didn't speak to anyone, leave my room, or eat. It's an extremely difficult thing to accept and at that moment I became a very private person, even pushing those close to me away when I needed them the most. I first got the idea to write about it after seeing a picture posted online that an artist drew depicting him and his wife sitting alone in their car, crying after finding out she had suffered a miscarriage. It took a lot of thought and time for me to find the right words for it. I hope that if someone has gone through a miscarriage or is afraid of it happening to them, that they read this post and don't give up hope. This wasn't only a way for me to lift a heavy weight off of my chest but also for you moms or soon-to-be mothers. A little over a year later, I found out I was pregnant with Autumn, our rainbow baby. I took the test alone this time, and when I told Stephen he had a mixture of emotions and wouldn't believe it until we saw a doctor, which we did a few days later. There were a lot of problems that went on from the beginning and I was constantly paranoid of everything (I even had a dream that I gave birth to a squid??) but we have our perfectly healthy girl three years after our loss. I know our angel baby has been looking down on his or her baby sister. ...And I'm back! I took some time off due to the holidays and just pure laziness. I mean, the only time I really get to myself is while she's napping, and since Stephen is off from work we both just binge-watch our shows during that two-hour gap of quiet time. So, there you go. A HUGE update: Autumn's walking! This took awhile considering we were expecting her to walk before her birthday, but it eventually did happen. She's not big on walking in front of people she doesn't know (which makes us look like we're exaggerating her achievements) so that's a hurdle she needs to cross when she's ready. We're both extremely proud of her and can't believe how fast she has grown. On January 8th, we had Autumn baptized. It's something that we had planned since before she was even born but the timing was off because Stephen was still working after she was born and then they weren't holding any baptisms in December or January. But, I'm glad we finally did it. Unfortunately it had snowed the day before so it was absolutely freezing out and I had to go to church in sweats and boots (I changed in the pews, #normal). But inside of the church was beautiful because it fell during the Epiphany, or, Three Kings Day. Either way, she stole the show with how beautiful she looked. We were expecting it to go a lot worse considering she doesn't take too well to strangers picking her up but she actually did pretty well. She wasn't too thrilled getting water poured on her head but it was cold so I'll give her that. She also cried when we handed her over to the priest but, again, she's uncomfortable with strangers. Later on during mass the priest picked her up and carried her up and down the aisle to present her to the church and she didn't cry once which was surprising yet awesome. I think she secretly liked all the attention because she is a pretty conceited baby/selfie queen. But it couldn't have gone so smoothly, could it?! Well, the night before is when I decided I should probably get my outfit together. I had to go home because I didn't have all of my clothes with me, and I also really needed to do laundry (I know, I know, last minute). HOWEVER, someone decided to pick out their outfit THE MORNING OF. Yes, my husband waited until the morning of our daughter's baptism to realize he doesn't have his dress pants in our apartment, or his suit jacket. Commence the tantrum of feeling stupid and blaming me! That and I woke up early specifically so I would be able to casually get ready but of course that didn't happen. I ended up slowly getting ready and then running out the door. Baptizing her was a big decision that we're glad we made. It was entirely on us and not encouraged by anyone else. We're not exactly religious people but we didn't do it just because it's something that everyone does or because we were pressured to, we did it because we wanted to. I always loved seeing the little babies get carried around the church after being baptized because they had no idea what was going on but they were being cheered and welcomed by a large community, and that's what Autumn got to experience. I hope on this lousy day you all stay safe and warm, and buckle up because it's about to get a lot worse. We already lost power twice but thankfully it didn't take long to come back on. As we were sitting without power Stephen said, "Do we even have a flashlight? We're so unprepared for this". It's been almost two months since we've moved in and it's been quite eventful (our attached-neighbor had a fire a couple of days ago!!) but we're hoping the storm isn't too bad. You all know I'll be running to my mommy if something goes wrong. That's how I Save the Drama For MY Mama! It's Monday night and I'm about to pass out from lack of sleep. Stephen's in the same boat because we're both old people now and can't handle staying up late. Autumn, however, is conveniently wide awake, but it's almost *finally* time for her to sleep. Here's hoping she sleeps through the night! I didn't have much to write about last week but I have something that all moms can relate to: working. There are stay-at-home moms like myself, work-from-home moms, part-time working moms, and full-time working moms. The last time I worked was a seasonal job that ended in November 2014 and I was waiting until the next season started to apply again when I found out at the same time that I was pregnant. I worked in a shelter for kittens and would be around diseases and medicines so my OBGYN strongly advised me to not go back. I was a little upset because I loved being there, but I understood it would be very dangerous, and she's way more important. There is a misunderstanding about being around cats while pregnant, however. Toxoplasmosis is a big issue during pregnancy that can be contracted from cats mainly but is also found in raw meats. However, the risk of contracting it (if your cat or another domesticated cat even actually has it, which is rare) is higher when you clean their litter box, not go near them or *GOD FORBID* pet them. Get out of here, cat h8rs. Another issue at that point was that I felt uncomfortable going for job interviews and telling them that I would be leaving in 9 months for maternity leave. I'm aware that it's illegal for them to fire or not hire you because of your pregnancy but they can find an excuse, especially for a new employee, which is frustrating. I also didn't have someone to babysit for me. Stephen and I are uncomfortable leaving her at a day-care until she's older or a babysitter. If I had a family member or close friend who would be willing to watch her then I would be grateful but otherwise I have to take one for the team. Over the summer I wanted to work again but even if I worked part-time I wouldn't have anyone to babysit. I gave up after a little while of sending out my resume and a lot of thinking. But recently since Stephen is home for the winter, it made me want to find something again. Not necessarily because of financial issues, but because I'm feeling a bit of cabin fever. There are plenty of people who tell me they wish they could stay home and that I'm lucky but, seriously, I'm going nuts. Now that Autumn's 1 she's becoming more independent (she's done with me feeding her and would rather spoon-feed herself) she's not as clingy (to me, at least, because when Stephen is home she's attached to him) and I find myself playing with her or cleaning until she sleeps. In that small 2-hour-nap window I have time to catch up on shows but I can't make too much noise because she'll hear it in her room, and at bedtime I'm too tired to do anything but sleep. I guess writing this has kind of made me realize that I should enjoy my "me time" while I have the chance before it's ultimately time to go back to work. I am in no way rushing her to grow up because I can't believe she's already a year old, I just want to be able to help out and get out into the real world instead of looking for some trash show to watch during my free time. I want to be able to buy Stephen gifts with my own money (one of his Christmas gifts was paid for by him) and not feel like we're back in the 1950s (although I'd love to rock a bouffant and tea dress). As the holidays are approaching, Save the Drama For Ya Mama! I'm back and I hope you all enjoyed your holiday weekend (if you were off)! The only good thing about the Monday after Thanksgiving is Cyber Monday. I always sit here and think of a non-sucky way to start off because nobody likes Mondays. Not that they bother me because I don't work anyway, but they get a bad rep, regardless. Today I'm going to talk about what we've all been waiting for: Autumn's 1st birthday! The stress from my last post didn't ease that day, unfortunately. I still hadn't decorated, and some decorations weren't even finished. If you saw pictures, you would know I made a Curious George and Man With the Yellow Hat stand-up for pictures which hadn't even been colored until after guests showed up. As we were coloring that morning before Autumn's nap, the marker ran out. Of course. I had an idea to hang up her monthly pictures with clothes pins and I was having trouble printing out the pictures at CVS the day before her party (I know, I'm a slacker) so that was out, until Stephen realized he could print them at the CVS near his job the morning of her party. And he would be home a half hour before the party. FREAKING. OUT. I did the dishes before she went down for her nap because in her room you can hear a pin drop. She usually wakes up from a nap around 2pm but sometimes earlier because she thinks she's too good for naps so I figured I was good to relax for a few and boy was I wrong. She woke up around 2 so that's when I realized, "oh God, I still have to bathe her, dress her, feed her, finish decorating and cleaning within an hour". Once it got to 2:30 I had only just finished getting her ready and I already had people on their way. I felt like that Mr. Krabs meme right about then because I had no idea how I was going to do it all by myself within about 15 minutes. I'm mid-hanging (and failing) the happy birthday banner, with the letters falling off the fabric and the string slipping from my hands before I can tape it up, making the little flags and my sanity fall onto the floor. All of a sudden guests showed up at once as I'm hanging up the banner and still waiting on Stephen for the pictures. To be honest I can't tell you who showed up in what order. I had my friends helping me finish the decorating even though I wanted to have it done before anyone showed up. Autumn's room was stuffed with clothes and toys that were lying around the apartment, along with boxes that haven't been emptied from moving, and our room was just a mess. I still had the clean dishes sitting in the dry rack, and people going through the apartment to check it out. I was super embarrassed considering every other day of the week my apartment is spotless. The party itself was great and Autumn seemed to really enjoy herself. She got a ton of presents and absolutely loved her first taste of chocolate! She was a little iffy, though, because she's not great with strangers. We look like idiots when we say she can stand on her own or behaves like a monkey and then she just has a blank stare on her face. She enjoyed opening presents like a BOSS and looking at her cards. Even though she doesn't understand what they say, we'll keep them away to show her in the future. For now, she'll just have to enjoy the many toys she got, while leaving them all over the floor for me to clean up. I'm really happy with how the party turned out and I'm especially happy that she had a good time. Or so it looked like because she's never told me otherwise. In the spirit of Thanksgiving I'm really grateful that we have her, a healthy one-year-old, and family to spend this special event in our lives with. It was exciting to have her party in our new apartment, because we were able to showcase it (it's not usually that messy, I promise!) and it was a symbol of new beginnings. If you want advice for party planning for a 1st birthday, especially if it's DIY, PLAN AHEAD. I thought I planned well in advance but I ended up waiting until the last second as I do with everything else. Definitely use Pinterest, you find a lot of cute ideas from there. My last piece of advice would be to Save the Drama For Ya Mama! Happy Monday! This is going to be a quick post because we've been moving our stuff into the apartment and I've managed to find some time to post while doing laundry. Yesterday was Autumn's cake smash! I've been looking forward to this since before I even got pregnant, back when I was a straight pinterest ADDICT. I have a thing with messes but I was ok with cleaning up this mess because it's so freaking cute and worth it in the end. However, after all the time my friend, Kristin spent on making the cake and helping me decorate, Autumn wasn't feeling it (quite literally). She was content playing with the toxic-smelling balloons and dancing to music, but the second she put her hand in the cake she had this look of, "are you serious?", as if she was just as grossed out about a mess as I usually am. After a bit of trying to give her the frosting from a spoon she ended up crying. It broke my heart, partly because I had high hopes for this and because she was crying. Lately, she's been putting her hands to cover her face as if she's saying "oh no" so I was able to trick her into saying it while she had frosting on her hands and, of course, she got frosting on her face (mwahaha)! I think what added to the meltdown, besides the texture of the cake, was the fact that she didn't take her full nap and then didn't get the chance to take her second one, which she normally doesn't even take. Because we were in the apartment I had a feeling she wouldn't take a nap so I didn't bother because I've seen how she is sleeping in a new bed. Not good. Her actual birthday is this upcoming Saturday and I'm really hoping she doesn't have the same reaction trying out her birthday cake (it was $55!!). If not, it's her party and she'll cry if she wants to, right? If I could suggest anything regarding a cake smash session I would say if you plan on making the cake yourself, start early. I felt bad having Kristin slave away (because I'll burn the house down or give Autumn salmonella if I made a cake, and she also loves to bake) way past the time she wanted to. I would also say to have wipes handy, because it gets messy. Her hand was covered in frosting and somehow, while I was in another room, she got it in her hair. I also wish I had bought an outfit that I didn't care too much about because I really loved this outfit and I wanted to avoid staining but as usual I left that one until the last minute. It's a trial and error thing, I suppose. Next week I'll be writing about my toddler (what?!) and what shenanigans she got up to this week and on her birthday. From this post you can tell that she doesn't know how to Save the Drama For Her Mama but I hope you do! And we're back! I took a small break due to a lot going on. First things first: we got an apartment! ...down the street. My mom happened to walk by a two-family house with a for-rent sign on the door, and at first I was like, "no way am I going to move down the street," I say as I'm panicking about our future plan to move to a different state. Stephen and I decided to give it a shot and we really did love the place, and now we're slowly moving into our first apartment. About a week and a half ago, we met up with Stephen's family in Florida for a week, our first vacation with Autumn! I wish we had done a bit more research about how to handle an infant on a vacation because we didn't know what we were getting into. We had serious anxiety thinking about the plane ride. Would she cry? Would she sleep? Would she be antsy to crawl around? Would other passengers get annoyed with a baby next to them? These were the questions that kept running through our minds leading up to the flight. Getting through security and onto the plane was pretty easy because she was more interested in the fast-paced environment and she tends to be quiet in front of strangers. When we first boarded and I didn't see anyone next to us so I thought, "awesome, an extra seat and one less person to bother," until someone actually showed up. Autumn sat quietly on Stephen's lap during take-off but the second we got up in the air she was standing up and holding on to the seat in front of her. We didn't know what to do because if we pulled her away she would cry, but if we let her hold on she would shake the seat. We were able to keep her happy by giving her cookies and playing games on Stephen's phone - for short periods of time. We thought she was a terror but the passengers behind and next to us said she was an angel and that we handled her really well. Florida was beautiful the entire week - not a drop of rain, which is surprising for Florida. We were right across from the beach which was awesome, along with a ton of restaurants to choose from. The sand was warm (which I think is pretty weird but also nice?) so I was okay with having Autumn play in it and walk by the water (which she wasn't a big fan of) and we also had a functional umbrella this time! No sunburns for my little one. Autumn tried some big girl foods like fruit and macaroni and cheese which she loved (and I stole some, too) so she wasn't left out at meals. We went to Busch Gardens on our last day and took her on her first ride - the carousel! To be honest, as opposed to the other multiple mind-twisting rides I got on, I got pretty dizzy while riding it with her, #thanksepilepsy. HOWEVER, there was one problem: Autumn's sleeping pattern. We always put her to sleep at 9pm, which we did there. She wasn't interested in sleeping, though. When we went to check on her she was standing up in the crib, screaming and reaching for us, as if she was scared of something. To be fair, she was in a new environment and crib, which could be a lot for an 11-month old. We had trouble putting her to sleep and then she would wake up way too early. Of course she slept the longest on our last day, only waking up when we picked her up to go through security at the airport. It was a really great trip and we're glad that we were able to spend time with his family. They don't get to see her unless it's on Skype so it's great that they got a week with her. She's not really good with people she doesn't know but she was awesome with them which took the ease off for us (especially when they offered to babysit!). We hit a bump on our way home when the woman next to us asked to move her seat once she saw a baby next to her but I won't get into it and end this post on a negative note. It feels like it's about 10pm but since it isn't, enjoy the rest of your night and Save the Drama For Ya Mama! (Side-note: Please consider voting for Autumn for the Gerber Baby Contest! You can vote everyday, although I don't expect you to. To make things easy, her ID # is 162448. This will take you directly to her picture. If you do decide to vote, thank you!! :) https://gerber.promo.eprize.com/photosearch2016/) It didn't occur to me the event from one year ago today until this morning when people were liking photos that I was tagged in: our baby shower! October 17, 2015 at 12pm. While we were planning the party, we had agreed on a place in Bay Ridge, but had a hard time picking a date considering I was due November 7, and I didn't want to book it too early. Everyone including myself was so sure that I would go into labor before the shower but she held on as long as she could. Now, one year later, she's a big, beautiful girl with her first birthday just around the corner. Before I realized the date I had planned on talking about pregnancy anyway so I'm right on target. What I want to bring up today is: pregnancy cravings. You might think cravings are bad when you're PMSing but that is nothing compared to pregnancy cravings. I remember about a year ago Chrissy Teigen was talking about her cravings and she got a lot of backlash for it because she said she liked to eat Cap'n Crunch© and Fruity Pebbles™ mixed together when she was pregnant. Now, I'm not a big fan of hers, and I know that eating a ton of sugar is unhealthy not only for the baby but for yourself, too. There's the risk of the baby developing gestational diabetes, which is why you're supposed to stay away from sugar. But, you know what? If you've never been pregnant, you do not get to make a comment. The reason I looked like I was carrying twins and somehow gave birth to an 8lb 13 oz baby is *probably* because I had to have (decaf) iced tea everyday and this giant, amazing chocolate chip cookie from the Starbucks across from the hospital. I remember sitting in the doctor's office eating a chocolate bar and when the nurse called me I said, "you saw nothing", and she smiled and nodded. I also remember a dirty look from a woman on the train while I was eating a bag of cheese doodles and I was DYING to tell her off (my normal attitude plus hormones did not make a healthy mix) but I decided to let her live with her uptight life. In the beginning of my pregnancy I couldn't eat anything because I was too busy throwing up whatever went in. Sorry to be gross but, it's true. I had morning sickness for five months. It got so bad that my doctor suggested I go on medication and get a nutritionist but after consulting my other doctor, Google, I decided to skip the meds. (I should mention I am not against medication during pregnancy, I just wasn't trying to look like a druggie with the amount of daily pills I was already taking.) Whenever I was able to find a food that Autumn enjoyed I stuck with it. This included ginger cookies, McDonald's® biscuits, dinosaur oatmeal, and Toaster Strudel®. Sue me. Before you come at me with pitch-forks I should say I stayed away from the obvious choices of alcohol and coffee, along with deli meats, hot dogs, and certain types of fish. Before I became a vegetarian I LOVED cheeseburgers but apparently Autumn did not. I remember being seven months pregnant - past the morning sickness phase - and having my stomach turn after eating one, completely forgetting that it was a trigger food. To this day my husband says how amazed he is at how strict I was against these no-no foods. I don't suggest eating junk food everyday because, like I said, it's unhealthy for both baby and yourself. I still had healthy meals (made by my loving husband!) everyday. Morning sickness feels like an eternal hangover, which makes it impossible to eat and get out of bed. The next time around I most likely won't eat as much junk as I did but as long as Autumn is happy and healthy, I'm happy, too. Enjoy the beautiful weather this week and Save the Drama For Your Mama! Ah, Mondays. The day most of you avoid. I usually look forward to Mondays because Stephen's home and lets me sleep in while he deals with the little monster who woke up on the wrong side of the bed. But while some of you are off he's at work and I did not get to live in my fairy world where I get to sleep in. So now I actually had to *scoff* get my own breakfast! Just kidding. In other news, my mind is running around like a chicken without a head (which is actually an awful thing to say?) because Autumn's first birthday is in a little over a month now (what??) and I'm putting way more effort into her party than I probably should be. I already have the theme and the essentials like plates, cups, and cutlery, but I can't picture how it will all actually look, even how I want it to look. I need help! I've been on Pinterest and Instagram searching up ways to incorporate different colors into the theme I have which is near impossible. By the way, I've seen some really extravagant first birthday parties. Like, if you have the money and time for that, great, but with the cost of diapers, formula, and whatever else, we're sticking to a small get-together. I was originally researching play spaces to have her party, this way she has room to roam around and play with whatever. But after speaking with the owner of a specific place, he said, "well, if you think about it kids under one are free. One-year-olds don't even have that many friends, so what's the point of spending $369 when she won't even remember it?", and after that I decided to stay home. Since we've decided to keep it low-key, I went shopping the other day at Dollar Tree and picked up a few things. I did find some cute ideas to do with the cups and plates for the theme and I figured, why bother buying the theme-specific party kits when I have a more original (and cheaper) alternative? (I really thank God for Pinterest. It's awesome for party ideas.) I also picked up some tissue paper to make a banner for the cake smash session and to decorate her high chair, along with balloons that I'll have filled with helium somewhere else. That's another thing that has me all over the place, the cake smash. I first learned of it years ago from Pinterest (when I was a straight Pinterest ADDICT) and said, "I'm definitely doing that for my future kid", and so here we are. When do we do the session? When should I have her try cake so that she's not confused during the pictures? What outfit should she wear? SO MANY QUESTIONS, SO LITTLE TIME. A friend of mine is making the cake itself because I'm not paying someone to make a big fancy cake that nobody will ever get to eat except her, and I can't bake to save my life, so thanks for stepping up to the plate, gurl. I most likely will have her birthday cake made at a bakery, however, as long as I can find someone that won't charge a crazy amount just for a first birthday! So, if you have any ideas or advice on how I should plan her birthday, or even want to help, let me know! I have all this time to myself but I really could use an extra hand, considering Stephen has no interest in the planning and would prefer to put it all on me and just hand over the credit card. So if you have the day off today spend the time to relax and Save the Drama For Your Mama! Happy day off (for some of you), everyone! The whole house is full today because of the holiday and the day is finally beautiful after the crappy streak. Oh, and most of us are sick. It all started a couple of weeks ago when Autumn had her first cold. It came conveniently after I took her to a play space (I won't name names because the place is awesome and no other complaints here) so I waited a bit before taking her back to make sure she was 100% better. Of course, the next time we went she got sick again, this time worse than the last. The first time was more of a deep cough and the sniffles, but this time was her first full-blown cold, in all its disgusting glory. I'm talking runny nose, sneezing with everything creating said runny nose to go air-borne, and having difficulty breathing while eating. I was so helpless considering there was really nothing I could do except give her extra fluids and keep a humidifier on in our room. But my little champ was still acting like her normal self: crawling as fast as she can when I take her away from something, and dancing along to any music she hears. Now on to today's events: Autumn, Stephen, my mom, and me, are all sick. I thought Autumn was starting to clear up a bit but she developed a bit of a cough and still has some trouble breathing. However, I randomly started feeling sick on Saturday, and woke up yesterday morning feeling like I got hit by a truck. I barely slept because I woke up with a throat feeling like I was swallowing nails (Stephen's comparison) and he told me that he woke up around the same time with the same problem. I actually headed to urgent care yesterday morning thinking I had the flu, and waited two and a half hours for them to tell me I *might* just have a bad cold, but it's definitely not the flu. (Side-note: If you want to hear about my experience, I am more than glad to vent.) With the both of us being sick and afraid of Autumn catching whatever we have, it was great that my mom was around to take care of her so that we didn't have to go near her (thanks, grandma). However, towards the end of the day yesterday, she started feeling sick too, and woke up this morning feeling like Stephen and I did yesterday. So that's four out of six people in the house sick at the same time. No bueno. We've been trying to figure out how we got this bug but it's safe to say since I got hit first that I've been the source of blame. But I'm about 75% better today so who's winning now? Did we all catch what Autumn had, and she just miraculously has a stronger immune system? Did I catch a different cold from the play place, and spread the germs around so we all got sick at the same time? Did Stephen catch a cold from being outside all day at work, and infect everyone else? Or, was it the Chinese food we all ate on Friday?? I guess nobody will ever know. Save the Drama For Your Mama on this beautiful day (but really, Stephen's actually the one that got us all sick)! |
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Robin is a full-time mommy to a beautiful 1-year-old girl and two fat cats. Juggling the beginning of parenthood & marriage and whining about it. Archives
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