I’ve been trying for the last 31 days to shake it. I de-friended January long ago but it hung on for dear life. Finally, the calendar turns to a new month and I am hoping for a reprieve from the multitude of crappiness that has been occurring at the Brehm abode. Let me preface this post by saying that I fully comprehend that none of the following tidbits are life threatening-end-of-the-world happenings though that doesn’t make me any less excited about flipping the calendar for a new start.
January came in like a lion{I know, I thought that was March’s gig} as Barrett battled a severe bout of diaper rash. I have to admit, prior to parenthood, when people would whine about diaper rash, I thought “What’s the big deal?” … the big deal is, your babe’s bottom is raw and red and quite honestly, if my rear was that rendered I think I would slather myself in Aquaphor and keep off my crack. Barrett’s bum took a good beating and was nearly in the clear about the time he prepared to go under the knife.
January 7th marked Barrett’s surgery and he did the whole double arm cast ditty for two weeks. Just his {and our} luck, the diaper rash returned due to a heavy dose of antibi for his post-op ailings and the rash soon turned into an evil scaly, bumpy, yeast infection that took over the chunk of his cheeks. That’s right, my 11 month old son officially endured his first yeast infection before his 27 year old mother ever even knew what one looked like. After a generous course of Monistat and Culterelle, the yeast dissipated and a fresh diaper-happy derriere returned. In nearly the same breath, each of Barrett’s hulk hands were cast off as one fell off and the other followed suit. Though we bid adieu to the casts, Barrett endures the process each night of doing up dressings to protect his paws.
Following one fairly normal week somewhere in the middle {it’s all a blur}, the fussiness once again reared it’s ugly head with a fever in tow and Barrett bumped heads with an ear infection, sore throat, runny nose, sleepless nights and such {all of which is dragging on endlessly}. Barrett spent the greater part of January as a Hugh Hefner in training, sporting his jammies for the majority of the month and reverting back to use of the pacifier during the daylight hours {not sure if Hef uses a binky or not}. Add to all this risickulousness a double dose of strep throat for mom and pop and a blizzard which has kept the greater part of the state cooped up in our cabins and the month was officially a doozy. If January had been a physical structure, it would have been blighted and by my measure, that would have been a-ok.
Yes, I am fully aware that I did not suffer a devastating earth quake, that I do have a healthy child overall and that no one ever said parenting was easy but when you’re livin’ it, such perspective doesn’t always do the trick. As far as I’m concerned, January can take an 11 month time out and come back after it’s thought about what it’s done. Hello February, I love you.
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