Loveys, it's sooo winter at my house. By winter, I mean the time of year when my kids start a constant cycle of runny noses, and coughs, and as Ashtyn calls it "the sneezes and the hiccups." Linc had a fever nearing 102 for about 3 of the days we were in Virginia. If it's not chickenpox, it's fever! So we got home Monday night and by Tuesday night, Ashtyn was waking up around midnight crying uncontrollably. She was too upset to really tell us what was wrong. But by this afternoon, it was obvious. She would cry and hold both ears, and yell and cry when she swallowed anything. So she wasn't wanting to eat or drink anything. I made a doctor appointment for early evening. Poor thing is running a low-grade fever and her ears and throat are hurting something awful. So she'll be on meds and ear drops for the next few days. The doctor mentioned that we should try to keep Ashtyn away from Lincoln.
Sure thing. (That was sarcasm if you didn't catch it.) Sigh. Well, it's that time of year, they say.
Did I tell you that we got on our flight from Chicago to Denver without any milk? It was like 7 o'clock and Linc was already fussy. But I was sure they would have milk on the plane so I didn't buy any during our short layover. We get settled in the very last row on the enormous plane and ask the flight attendant for milk, and he tells us (sadly) that they don't serve milk. I just kept asking him for milk like a crazy person in denial. Then it sunk in. We would be on a two hour flight, with a fussy baby, and only water to give him. What was I thinking? Why didn't I buy milk? It's one of those moments where you're moving in slow motion. Jeff and I just look at each other, silently saying, It's going to be a long, painful plane ride.
Thank the Lord it wasn't that bad. Linc was so exhausted that he fell asleep without too much fussiness. And I'm thankful that there aren't any plane rides for me and the children in the immediate future.
Next on my list of things to do is to put up our Christmas tree. Here's my dilemma: How do you keep a fifteen-month-old from pulling off ornaments and lights? The year that Ash was this age, we didn't put up a tree because we flew to Texas for Christmas. But we're having company this year, and even if we weren't, I would want a tree. Short of placing gates around it, though, I don't know how on earth I'll keep Linc from pulling it down. Ideas, moms? What's your secret?
The Sick Cycle
Posted by Brandy Bruce at November 28, 2012