We've Gone Viral

“I have really got this mom-to-one thing down. I suppose it was time considering I now am a mother-to-three,” I bragged to my sister the other day. And then again to my girlfriends at dinner. Because as the elders have been spending some time at Camp G&G, Harrison and I have been having ourselves an absolute panic {wink wink, Uncle Hank}. We’ve been out for walks, running errands, and just enjoying a little one-on-one time. It’s been like the new mom that you see in the background of a car commercial… Smiling with the sunlight perfectly cascading on her shiny hair as the babe grabs at her face, grinning ear to ear, and babbles sweet nothings.

Screeeeeeeeech. Yeah, that was my best attempt at a screeching halt.

I thought for certain it was an ear infection. When the other shoe started to drop. That’s sort of his bag. So after having a couple of fussier days, followed by a complete refusal to nurse overnight, and then having to be held for the majority of twilight Friday and the entire night last night, I was certain we had ears that would say jeers. But, the ears are clears. So what’s up with our buttercup? The symptoms include but are not limited to: refusal to nurse or take a pacifier, green gooey diapers, fussy and wanting to be snuggled, disruptive and sad sad sleeps, congestion, et al. It’s a bit of a cluster.

And I think it’s safe to assume… We’ve gone viral. Agh. A virus. The bane of my existence as a mom.

The only redeeming quality of a virus is it’s not bad. I mean… It’s hell for parents. Seriously. A human who cannot effectively communicate, soothe, or feed themselves is not the type you want to have under the weather. Especially with something that just takes “time”. Boo. And rather unfortunately, this may be his first but it won’t be the last as viruses are a necessary evil to build up immunity… An area where Harrison is sadly deficient.

So, I’m calling us 2 days in today. Only a kazillion to go. And while I took a couple hour shift in the middle, daddy did the sleep ‘n hold last night alllll night, which means he’ll probably be sick in 4 days. At this point, the day isn’t looking too promising. I think it will include a fair amount of driving in the car to lull the babe to slumber, Tylenol to temper his pain, syringe feeds, and mama pumping.

So, universe, I retract my earlier statement. I do not have this mom-to-one thing down. OKAY!!! And I’ve learned a little lesson on pride. And I will now state, three, two, or one, I am perfect at none.