Unbelievably it has been almost a full year since Av was introduced to the world under the bright lights of a Salem Hospital birthing room, and wouldn't you know it, I think it has been a relative success. If I take a look back at the last year it is pretty overwhelming how far we have come, but this isn't being submitted for publication in 'O' Magazine or Family Circle, so I'll spare you all of the inner reflection and sap.
Although the baby's real birthday is not until Thursday, we decided to hold her party a few days early and invited a hoard of family and friends to Monica's parents' house on Saturday. The day managed to fly by fairly smoothly, although the poor kid was definitely overwhelmed by all of the commotion. Thanks to all who came.
Unfortunately, all of the contact with other snotty, germ-filled, winter-ravaged children left her a bit under the weather in the days following. Amazingly, it took about 363 days of life before she got her first cold, but it is here and it isn't being very nice to her. Along with the lethargy, runny nose and sneezing has come an awful sounding cough, kind of like the ones that you hear from 65-year-old, half drunk waitresses sucking down cigarettes outside Major Magleashes (or insert local dive bar here, if you prefer). Still, the doctors insisted that the cough, and her 100.9 degree fever were just fine and said she would be back to normal in a day or two. All she needed was a little bit of Baby Tylenol and some love.
Lucky for me, the cold came smack in the middle of school vacation week, meaning Monica is home to take care of her. It is a good thing, too, because this kid wants nothing to do with me when she is sick. She literally attaches herself to Mom like a Koala bear and does not let go. The both of them have been covered in snot for days. Yesterday was the worst of the days so far, as she was up all night the night before (relegating me to an awful night's sleep on the couch while her an Mommy spooned) and was miserable and unmotivated due to her fever. Staying in the house wasn't too bad for the two of them, as it snowed all day anyway, but it was starting to drive me nuts.
After a walk to the Walgreens and some preemptive shoveling, I came back in to find the baby had rebounded slightly and was on the fast track to recovery. Thankfully the Tylenol and the pure exhaustion led to an almost full night's sleep last night and she woke up pretty energetic today. The cough is still there and the snotty nose is prevalent as well, but she should be back to being a normal kid by tomorrow.
As for that- the real first birthday- we have a fun-filled day planned. A trip to the animal shelter, some play time, and a family lunch at Friendly's so she can become addicted to fried food and ice cream at an early age. Just like I did. Really, it is just because we need a place where she can make a huge mess and it won't matter. There is no place better than Friendly's for that sort of thing.
Although the baby's real birthday is not until Thursday, we decided to hold her party a few days early and invited a hoard of family and friends to Monica's parents' house on Saturday. The day managed to fly by fairly smoothly, although the poor kid was definitely overwhelmed by all of the commotion. Thanks to all who came.
Unfortunately, all of the contact with other snotty, germ-filled, winter-ravaged children left her a bit under the weather in the days following. Amazingly, it took about 363 days of life before she got her first cold, but it is here and it isn't being very nice to her. Along with the lethargy, runny nose and sneezing has come an awful sounding cough, kind of like the ones that you hear from 65-year-old, half drunk waitresses sucking down cigarettes outside Major Magleashes (or insert local dive bar here, if you prefer). Still, the doctors insisted that the cough, and her 100.9 degree fever were just fine and said she would be back to normal in a day or two. All she needed was a little bit of Baby Tylenol and some love.
Lucky for me, the cold came smack in the middle of school vacation week, meaning Monica is home to take care of her. It is a good thing, too, because this kid wants nothing to do with me when she is sick. She literally attaches herself to Mom like a Koala bear and does not let go. The both of them have been covered in snot for days. Yesterday was the worst of the days so far, as she was up all night the night before (relegating me to an awful night's sleep on the couch while her an Mommy spooned) and was miserable and unmotivated due to her fever. Staying in the house wasn't too bad for the two of them, as it snowed all day anyway, but it was starting to drive me nuts.
After a walk to the Walgreens and some preemptive shoveling, I came back in to find the baby had rebounded slightly and was on the fast track to recovery. Thankfully the Tylenol and the pure exhaustion led to an almost full night's sleep last night and she woke up pretty energetic today. The cough is still there and the snotty nose is prevalent as well, but she should be back to being a normal kid by tomorrow.
As for that- the real first birthday- we have a fun-filled day planned. A trip to the animal shelter, some play time, and a family lunch at Friendly's so she can become addicted to fried food and ice cream at an early age. Just like I did. Really, it is just because we need a place where she can make a huge mess and it won't matter. There is no place better than Friendly's for that sort of thing.
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