Last night, baby G woke up at 2 am. He's 11 1/2 weeks and has been sleeping through the night for a few weeks now so this was odd. I picked him up and noticed immediately that he was burning up. Panic sets in and I ask my husband to grab the thermometer. 101.8. My mommy thermometer is fierce. My husband is a doctor so he examines him and we start weighing our options. Going in to the ER would get poor G a full work-up since he is under 90 days old. Fantastic. We text our pediatrician and decide to be seen this morning.
We gave him Tylenol and I laid G in our bed and snuggled him. I stayed awake all night monitoring him. His fever went down and never returned. L and I had both had viral illnesses with a fever within the last week, so we're certain it's that. By the time we took our smiling, giggling, fever-free boy to the pediatrician today, he was completely well. I credit the liquid gold.
L woke up at 7am. Having had zero sleep, I decided there's one of two ways today could go. Really badly with me saying no and fighting her all day or I could put on my happy-mom hat and make the best of it. I sleepily chose the latter.
After breakfast, baby G was totally happy and obviously feeling much better so we decided to seize the 70 degree day and get out in the fresh air. My husband and L threw on their swimsuits and we walked down to our neighborhood pond, said good morning to the ducks and then walked to the pool. They swam while G and I sat in the shade and enjoyed the breeze. L said her very first prayer at the pool randomly. It was, "Help me, God. Oh God. Amen." I can't help but think she may have heard that before. Ha!
Good Morning, ducks!
To the pool!
Baby G napping in the baby carriage
More napping in the shade at the pool.
Back home we got all ready to head to the pediatrician, who later agreed that G must have caught our virus, but is happily on the mend. Here's where I first said "Yes" when I really didn't want to. I laid out a fantastically adorable outfit for L right down to matching sandals. The sandals were a no-go for her, however, and she insisted on Nike's that didn't match at all. The OCD in me tried to rear it's ugly head. I admit, I even tried to negotiate with her over it. "Don't you want to wear the sandals so your pretty polished toes will show?" Her answer, "These match my toes!" Can't argue there. Technically, they did. Purple soled Nikes; purple toe nails. Darn it. Well, if she's not going to match, we're going big. I marched my defeated butt into her bathroom and grabbed her multi-colored Mardi Gras necklaces and handed them to her and then took her in to pick out whichever hair bow she wanted. She was perfectly mis-matched.
The culprits
Off to Target to pick up a birthday present. I had it in my head I'd get the birthday girl a bouncy ball and some other things. Sadly, I got hypnotized by the Target target and spent $75 on random stuff and forgot all, but the ball. Looks like we'll be heading back again tomorrow.
Then, L and my husband had haircuts. G sat in my lap and talked and laughed at me the whole time. Sick, he most certainly was not.
Saying yes is not always easy. It doesn't always fit into the plan we have drafted in our minds. Today, however, I was able to give L a little independence and pride by allowing her to choose her own shoes and when her hairdresser complimented her on those shoes and L beamed with pride, it was crystal clear that I had made the right choice, albeit reluctantly.
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