I’ve now entered week 3 of sick baby
life. As a new mom, as a first time mom, this is my very first experience of dealing with a miserable sick baby. And just as would be expected, this miserable sick baby got his mom sick. I’m not nearly as sick as my baby boy, but sick enough.
Day in the Life
Day in the life of a sick baby involves countless diaper changes (thank you cloth diapers), countless fever checks, countless snuggles, and countless attempts to convince the sick baby to take his medication.
The day in the life of the sick baby also involves constant evaluation of symptoms. I’ve called the Health Nurse line once, been to the doctors once, and the Emergency Room twice. I’ve taken numerous photos of rashes and symptoms (documented in a separate folder) and discussed with friends, family and dr. google.
Sick baby life comes with mom guilt. You heard it here, the mom guilt has been running on high alert. The mom guilt was always a little pestering voice in the back of my head that said “you really should have put his socks on” or “maybe you shouldn’t have gone adventuring in Montreal” or “maybe flying with baby wasn’t the best idea for overall health.” But, mom has to live. mom needs a life. If we had been home, I think I would have definitely retreated to the sick cave, but we were visiting family and I thought it was just a cold… a cold that turned into pneumonia.
Pneumonia that one day got worse… then one day turned into a scary all over body rash. That’s when the mom guilt got worse. What if it’s measles because my husband wasn’t over reacting about getting the baby sick from the possible contamination from a mere intermingling with a friend. What if its viral and I got the other baby from play group sick. What if its from the plane ride and the whole world is going to end.
But it isn’t. It’s just an allergic reaction. –> mom guilt continues. I’m allergic to penicillin. My mom is allergic to penicillin. Why didn’t I say something to the doctor. Oh right, I was in a Quebecois Hospital and didn’t speak French late on a Saturday night with a screaming baby.
So my poor child is uncomfortably in pain because he looks like a a speckled gecko covered in hives from an unfortunate allergic reaction to amoxicillin… and genetically its my fault. That’s my mom guilt. I feel for the little man. I feel so much. I wanna make it better. But…
I. am. over. it.
It’s been two weeks of sick baby. Two weeks of sick needy baby in my bed, in my arms, at my every whim. I haven’t had a break.
I might be on day 4 of my Full House marathon on Netflix. But, I’m on day 15 of sick baby. This is no vacation. There is no holiday and relaxing. I’m trying to recover from my own pandemic of the cold/flu/sick and trying to nurse a teething screaming uncomfortably sick baby. We wake each other up from our coughing fits, and between his inconsolable crying (did I mention he’s teething?) and my need to blow a nose, it’s a miracle anyone sleeps.
World? Can it get better now?
Please. I beg, please. I just wanna leave the house. I just wanna look and feel healthy. More importantly, I want my baby to feel awesome.
Did sickness take over your home this cold & flu season? Did you survive to tell your tale?