Today did not go as planned.
Let me start with a nice backstory to properly set the stage:
Thatcher has been fighting 'a cold' for almost a week now. He spent part of last week with his grandparents and they had events going on, so Thatcher had to go with them. Last Friday night he was at a church event with 13 other area churches in attendance, and he was passed around several times. Saturday was my neices 2nd birthday party- again, he was passed around. Sunday was Easter; you guessed it, more people wanting to love on him.
Somewhere in all that, he picked up something. No big deal, it'll run it's course, right?
Yesterday was day 6 of this "cold" so I finally called the doctor. I'm exhausted. He hasn't slept for nearly a week and momma can't handle much more.
At the appointment, he tested positive for RSV and upon examination, the doctor also finds both ears to br infected. Poor baby! No wonder he has been so fussy and unable to sleep!
We get some antibiotics for the ears and are told to just monitor his respiration. He still didn't sleep last night, but this morning he didn't have a fever, so..progress!
Now, on to today.
I wake up (to Thatcher protesting very loudly in his crib) with a sleep-depraved throbbing headache. Borderline migraine.
Friday- 1 Kim- 0
We get up and I let Thatcher watch his morning Linkin Park videos on YouTube so I can go to the bathroom and sit on the couch for a few minutes and actually wake up to start the day.
Being the amazing lady that I am, while in the bathroom, I go to change the toilet paper roll. I don't get the springy holder back into the hole all the way and it springs back off and the toilet paper flies into the wet bathtub.
Friday- 2 Kim- 0
When Thatcher has had enough music videos, he lets me know (he whines and yells) and I carry him into the kitchen to put him in his high chair. The cat takes this opportunity to run up behind me, get under my feet, and bite my leg. He draws blood. (Seriously, Atticus?!)
Friday- 3 Kim- 0
Notice a pattern? .....
Feeding Thatcher breakfast he spits his medicine back out at me, splattering it all over himself, and even managed to raspberry some of it onto my cheek. He then proceeds to scream as loudly as he can.
Friday- 4 Kim- 0
All day long Thatcher is fussy and needy. My headache never goes away, despite the meds I take. Shortly after lunch, I get Thatcher to take a nap. I hand him off to Micah and I take a blessed hot shower. The first one I'd taken since..Tuesday. (No judgement!)
You know what, I get a point for that. I showered!
Friday- 4 Kim- 1
The plan was that I was going to lay down and take a nap after my shower. So, I went to do that. I had just layed down in bed and covered up when...Thatcher woke up MAD. I don't know if his ears hurt, he had a bad dream, what. But he wanted nothing to do with Micah and SCREAMED until I got up and got him.
Tonight I tried a new recipe for dinner. I thought the food was great! But, I burned myself putting it in the oven, and Micah's got a sore throat I didn't even think about the chicken being too hard and scratchy for him to be able to eat...
Friday- 6 Kim- 1
But the icing on this disaster cake is this:
After dinner I put thatcher in his crib to play and decided I would hurriedly take my third load of laundry downstairs and get it going. I missed a stair going down into the basement and...down I went. Laundry everywhere. My back hit a wooden stair, I turned an ankle, and broke the fall with my wrist and shoulder. But don't worry, I had a nice concrete floor and pile of unused drywall to break my fall.
...I'm already sore from the fall. So I'll most likely feel like I got hit by a bus tomorrow.
Did you know drywall splinters are a thing? They're delightful. Friday, you get 3 points for his one.
Friday- 9 Kim- 1
And now, Thatcher's finally asleep and...I'm writing a blog post because, you guessed it: I CANT SLEEP. I guess I'm past the point of tired. Fantastic.
Saturday, please be nicer to me than Friday was.
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