First of all, being a whinging, self-pitying, sobbing mess gets you nowhere when you're home alone with a screaming baby and barking dog. And not only is no one rushing to take care of you, but you still need to take care of your dependents.When you're dreaming of getting some rest and curling up in bed, breast-feeding while trying to happily sing along to the Winnie the Pooh mobile with a pounding headache/fever/runny nose/all of the above just isn't that pleasant an alternative.
Diana also developed a horrendous hacking cough which was remarkably intense for such a small person. I was so freaked out I called the doctor and then brought her in – apparently babies sound even more terrible when they have a cold (even if they are OK) than adults do.The doctor told me why, and all of the warning signs to watch for in case the baby's illness is serious (something about not feeding and the baby's breathing dipping beneath their ribs), but unfortunately I was too busy sneezing to take notes.
I bought VapoRub to rub on her tiny chest and the doctor gave me a prescription for these magical nose drops: about 10 minutes after squirting them in, the contents of both of baby D's nostrils would be dripping out (they had been rock hard boulders previously, refusing to yield to fingers or even sucking from my own mouth). Revolting? Perhaps.But yet another joy of parenting is that nothing is too disgusting these days. If you think you've stooped low in the past (I sure thought I had), you'll be impressed at how much farther down you can go. At least now it's for a more noble cause than alcohol: Sleep.
Wait - I spoke too soon. This morning I woke up with a sore throat and dizzy spells. Looks like February will be a pleasure.