Ah, the weekend. Time to unwind after a long week at work, catch up on grading papers, and have some fun.
At least, that’s what a good weekend is like.
Now picture the opposite. I’m sick, AGAIN. I haven’t blogged much in the new year, and that’s partially due to the fact that I’ve spent the better portion of it fighting off death by head cold. Even all jacked up on pills, this weekend still found me going through boxes of tissues, frequently being light headed (seeing as I was too sick to drink, this feeling was almost welcome), and coughing like a 81 year old smoker.
For the first time in the 5 years we’ve lived together, Meg and I are sick at the same time. We were an adorable couple sitting on the couch watching TV together, coughing up a lung every so often, and accumulating a nice mountain of tissues on the floor.
The irony of this being the first time we’re both sick is of course the fact that we have a baby now. Having one sick parent and a baby is a bitch in and of itself. When both are down for the count, it’s a damn nightmare.
Oh ya, and in case I wasn’t getting any sympathy just yet, Leanne is teething. Or sick herself. When she’s screaming her head off for no good reason, it doesn’t really matter at that point. You hate life equally.
I’m leaning towards teething. The symptoms are… interesting. Not surprisingly, the kid is miserable. She screams for no apparent reason. She’s cuddly, always trying to climb on Meg and me, but that never really seems to be relief for her. She can have a fever, or at least feel warm. Her nose and diapers get really runny, which sounds weird, but then again, what the hell do I know about what it takes to grow teeth.
We brought in reinforcements. Grandma was more than happy to spend the day with Leanne while Meg slept (this was Friday, so I was still stumbling through work, breaking just about everything I touched). The rest of the weekend was spent napping in shifts. There’s a certain amount of guilt felt when being happy the baby is sleeping, but we we were pretty much at the point of being too tired to feel guilt.
Thankfully, as I write this, Meg and I are finally starting to feel better. Leanne might not be through the worst of it, but at least Meg and I will be in a better position to deal with it.