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That's been my week.
Fiona is sick; she's been sick all week. I took her to the doctor today, and her white blood cell count was through the roof but no flu. Her fever was 103.4 and three hours later, it was 104.5. We had started to get frantic because it's been hours and many alternating doses of acetaminophen and ibuprofen and a cool bath, and her fever was not coming down. I just checked her again, it's finally down again, but I know that's the extra dose of ibuprofen our pediatrician told us to give her and not that her fever is truly gone. This is about to kill me, y'all. I am so worried about her; I know she is probably going to be just fine, but it stresses me the fuck out because she's so tiny.
I have not been able to go to the gym because you can't really exercise when you have to hold a tiny, listless baby in your arms ALL THE TIME. I couldn't even go to the bathroom for large swathes of the afternoon because she just cried and cried if I put her down. You know you're a mommy when you've mastered pooping with a sobbing baby in your lap. :( So now I feel doubly anxious and upset because exercise really relieves my stress (and irrationally like all my exercise gains are going to disappear with a few days of inactivity). Ditto on the housework that's piled up during this time.
It's also been stressful having to cancel class and losing all the time I'd normally be working during office hours. This last third of the semester is always crunch time anyway, and it's so easy to get behind.
I am tired of this week. I feel deeply sorry for myself. Also we have no more popcorn and that feels like a tragedy. Distract me, please!
Fiona is sick; she's been sick all week. I took her to the doctor today, and her white blood cell count was through the roof but no flu. Her fever was 103.4 and three hours later, it was 104.5. We had started to get frantic because it's been hours and many alternating doses of acetaminophen and ibuprofen and a cool bath, and her fever was not coming down. I just checked her again, it's finally down again, but I know that's the extra dose of ibuprofen our pediatrician told us to give her and not that her fever is truly gone. This is about to kill me, y'all. I am so worried about her; I know she is probably going to be just fine, but it stresses me the fuck out because she's so tiny.
I have not been able to go to the gym because you can't really exercise when you have to hold a tiny, listless baby in your arms ALL THE TIME. I couldn't even go to the bathroom for large swathes of the afternoon because she just cried and cried if I put her down. You know you're a mommy when you've mastered pooping with a sobbing baby in your lap. :( So now I feel doubly anxious and upset because exercise really relieves my stress (and irrationally like all my exercise gains are going to disappear with a few days of inactivity). Ditto on the housework that's piled up during this time.
It's also been stressful having to cancel class and losing all the time I'd normally be working during office hours. This last third of the semester is always crunch time anyway, and it's so easy to get behind.
I am tired of this week. I feel deeply sorry for myself. Also we have no more popcorn and that feels like a tragedy. Distract me, please!
