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This week has been hell.
It started great.
We took
Sam to the doctor for his well baby visit. Then Wednesday it was down hill. Sam was irritable, crying, not sleeping well, crying, not eating, crying. Did I mention crying?
My usually
very happy baby was extremely
unhappy.
I was also
extremely unhappy.
My body aches from pacing through the house because nothing settled this kiddo but moving. We have an exercise ball that we sit and bounce him on, usually this works like a charm. Nope. Not happening.
Poor guy would cry and cry until he passed out. He was screaming and I was holding him the whole time, pacing, and crying right along with him.
I felt like a horrible mother because I couldn't comfort him in any way. He was miserable, tired, hungry, and nothing I did helped.
Sam is usually a very easy baby but for days he was not. I'd have to dream feed to get him to eat and even that was hit or miss.
I made an appointment Friday because we can swing $20 copay instead of $200 hospital pay. I wanted to make sure he didn't have something more serious. He has a wicked cough and his nose is running.
Ears, throat, and chest were perfectly clear. He's just really stuffy.
This lowered my anxiety a bit knowing he doesn't have pneumonia and I think he picked up on it and has been pretty good the last two days.
Speaking of the doctor while we were there they were trying to kill the little girl in the next room. I have never heard a child cry like that. It took every ounce of restraint not to go in there and make sure they weren't making some sort of child sacrifice to the germ gods.
She was crying so loud Tom heard her from the entrance. We were 17 rooms back (pretty good distance).
Of course her wailing made Sam start crying, why is that contagious? I hear kids cry in the grocery store and I automatically think, "Quiet the child before the rest of them start!"
Tom and Lucas are also sick. I woke up Sunday with a scratchy throat but over all don't feel awful. Lucas is just a stuffy nose and a bit of a cough kid hasn't slowed down a bit. Tom may or may not be dying of a chest cold.
What I do know is the whole family being sick sucks. I'm just glad I'm last. Hopefully this means Sam is on the mend so I can feel crappy and have my happy baby back.
How do you manage having a house full of sickies?