I want. To cry.
Okay. I’m not really going to cry. I’m just being a wee bit dramatic {I know. Crazy, right?}. But I am not wildly happy about the amount of snot that began draining out of Jonah’s nose today. In a total faucet-like fashion. And the sad, sick eyes he’s been rubbing. And the amount of drool {even more than usual} that he has going on due to excessive mouth breathing {which, again, is saying a lot for this kid}. I just want to sit and snuggle our little snotty son. And have him better in a flash. Oh bother.
The boys have been so very healthy this winter. In fact, they haven’t been to the doctor since their respective well-checks {last February and June}. And now… The week that we believe H will have his homecoming {pause for squeals} the germs have invaded our abode. I do not love this.
I think I can officially admit that I am regressing. I have asked the docs and nurses every question possible, as if I’ve never mothered any other children. I’ve asked about sleep. Pumping. Breast feeding. Formula. Ways to reduce over-stimulation. And germs. And so, the thought of letting people touch my child outside of the hospital… Welp… That’s terrifying. Third time moms are supposed to be cool with their kiddos licking paste off of the bottom of a shoe that has been worn walking the streets of NYC. But alas, I am officially a germ freak. And I will continue to be so once H comes home. And until he’s 13. Just kidding. 10. Just kidding again. I guess, I can settle on 2. Probably kidding. And I would totally apologize but because, as I wrote about recently, I am that mom now, I don’t feel bad about being on germ watch, making you wash your hands 32 times before you touch my babe, and not going to Target or anywhere else public until the thaw. Because while we’ve done quite well with our NICU stay, going back to the hospital this year, well, that sounds horrible.
So here’s hoping a menthol bath, a healthy dose of saline, a lot of fluids and a night of humidifying will work their magic on Jonah’s germiness. And that no one else contracts it in the meantime. Because while I believe it’s good an healthy for kiddos to be exposed to and fight off bugs, I am not ready to let them loose on our sub-5 pounder.
So bugs, be gone. Germs, get lost. And snots, scram. This is not a good day for you. And tomorrow’s odds are not in your favor.