I won't be at all surprised if Baby Girl grows up with a bad
case triskaidekaphobia.
That's the fear of the number 13. So far 2013 has not been kind to her. She's
had a lot of "firsts" already this year, too bad they have not been
the good kind.
Baby Girl brought in the year with a new tooth. We are always happy to
see a new tooth, and we were even happier to see she actual has two teeth (top
and bottom) that meet so she can chew her food instead of mushing it to death.
But as all parents know, the entry of a new tooth to the chomper family
means days full of a fussy, slobbery, mess of a child. But the tooth broke
through and the crunching of graham crackers began.
It was just after the second week of January that things got
hinky. During a "Wellness" check at her pediatrician's office she
picked up her very first stomach bug. And not just a 24 hr yuck fest, we had an
entire week of vomiting and explosive diarrhea, a lot of which happened at the
same time (not enough Scentsy in the world).
Thinking we were finally over that, I sent her to Mother's
Day Out, cause Momma needed a Mother's Day Out in a bad way. Not only was I
exhausted (I tried to heat up a bowl of soup in the cabinet instead of the
microwave y'all, exhausted doesn't cover it), but I had two fast approaching
deadlines and I really, really needed a shower. No sooner had I toweled off,
when I got a call from the school. Baby Girl had vomited all over her lunch. So
we went another 2 days fighting off this stomach virus. She was .3 lbs away
from being put in the hospital, thankfully she took a turn for the better
before it came to that. But Baby Girl lost 1.7 lbs in 5 days.
So stomach bug conquered, deadlines approaching, still
behind, but making it work. I leave for a meeting with a friend and come home
to find out Baby Girl has stopped walking. The Hubs said she just stopped and
started crawling instead. No idea why. We chalked it up to her being tired, but
the next morning she still refused to walk. So back to the pediatrician's
office we went (at this point they had given us our own parking spot).
Thankfully, with the benefit of a bouncing ball she did
"walk" for the doc, but with a limp and not very far. He decided it
was just a tweaked ankle or knee and that she'd be ok. He suggested I give her
Tylenol, which I've decided is their standard response to everything (splinter
- Tylenol, cough - Tylenol, hiccups - Tylenol). The Tylenol did wonders, so
much so that by that evening she was running around chasing The Hubs. That's
when it happened. Her foot gave out and she fell face first onto the tile
kitchen floor, giving herself her first bloody nose and sending me into
complete hysterics (I'm buying her a bubble!).
Long story short, she went to Mother's Day Out a total of
three times out of nine... 3 out of 9!! So I think we're both thankful it's
February and I'm hopeful it won't be a year full of Januaries.
This is not Baby Girl (she's cuter) but this is what a case of the Januaries looks like.