Day 27...down with the sickness

Feb 15

Well, it appears I caught whatever Eli had, or whatever it is everyone else has had I guess....Thankfully I took Zycam last night, so I feel like this cold could be a lot worse than it has been today. Mostly just sore throat/nose and stuffy, runny nose. That's not so bad I guess. I always say, "snotty is better than pukey." Uhg, I can't even imagine trying to care for an infant, and have a stomach bug at the same time. Yuck.

Eli's fever broke last night in the middle of the night, and he said he felt SO much better today, though he still was a bit achy and had a head ache for most of the day. He came downstairs to use the bathroom after his fever broke and I heard him run into the baby/dog gate, which is in the middle of the stairs.

My first instinct was to jump up and go to his aide....and when I started to roll out of bed, I felt the weight of the the baby on my chest....I was laying on my back, with Martyn sleeping soundly on my chest...and I had just gotten him to sleep only about 20 or 30 min before that. I froze. Thankfully he didn't wake up, and Eli was fine.

Martyn seems to be fine too. I don't think he has caught anything...I hope he hasn't. Today I couldn't muster up the motivation or strength to do anything but eat, and watch "That 70's show" on netflix all day, and sleep. Martyn was good company for all three of those activities.

I love that he's such a snuggly baby. He likes to be held and cuddled. It just feels so good to cuddle him all up when I'm feeling blue.

I got up at the usual time around 11. I wanted to just stay in bed though, and the thought occurred to me that sleeping all day was a sign of depression, so I forced myself to get up. I was thinking about that later, and decided that under normal circumstances, that may be true...but when one is sick with a cold, and has a baby who is less than a month old to care for, sleeping as much as possible is not necessarily a sign of depression. I am fine, I don't have post-pardum depression.

However, tonight after dinner Eli and I were just sitting in the living room talking while he had the last of his daddy time for the evening, and I got all teared up just thinking about going back to work in 2 months. 2 MONTHS! That's not that long at all, what the heck am I going to do? I probably should be more concerned about who we are going to get to care for him, rather than how I'm going to deal with not caring for him during the day.

I have no idea how I could stay home. Being sick today, I feel like I lost a whole day in figuring out how I would stay home....that doesn't seem right.

I love this country, but I wish Americans on the whole took more stock in the importance of motherhood and the first year of life for babies...if they did, we would have a whole year off of work, rather than just three months.