January 16, 2012, (written on July 28, 2012).
Our family and a pair of friends and their 16-month-old son all took a trip to The Garden State Discovery Museum back in January. It’s a little advanced for Mila, (6-months-old at the time), however, we thought it would be fun to go as a double-dating-type of family.
We all had fun.Dan played with dolls; Nate and Frank played with bubbles; Mila and I crawled around in the one place made for a baby of her age…if she just felt like crawling. I took pictures of Mila on the horse and Bernice and I drew with spirographs. It was a great day with great friends!
There’s no way of avoiding it. If your baby’s sick, you’ll soon be sick too.
Mila picked up the bug from her cousin, Ella, who picked it up from either her sister or brother who are school-age. Mila than kindly shared her germs with Halmoni, (her Korean grandmother), and eventually passed it on to me. Oh what fun!
But the truly sad part of all of this is my poor baby. She gets to the point where she can’t breathe out of her nose, so with mouth open she can’t suck on her binky. It makes for some frequent wakings throughout the night that aren’t so pleasant. She’s not always so cranky, like you would think. It seems to be more of an annoyance than anything else, which is good (if she has to be sick at all). It’s just dragging on for so long and we can’t do much for the poor baby.
I wipe the snot off of her little nose, and kiss her all over her neck and face. It’s really no wonder I picked up her bug and I’m ok with that.
You’ll drive yourself crazy wondering ‘what if’.
There’s a lot of ‘what if’s’ for me… My weight gain for starters. The fact that I had a c-section instead of a natural birth or the difficulties I faced breast feeding. All of which, I’m sure, will soon be the subject of a new blog post.
1. Love her mom. Treat her mother with respect, honor, and a big heaping spoonful of public displays of affection. When she grows up, the odds are good she’ll fall in love with and marry someone who treats her much like you treated her mother. Good or bad, that’s just the way it is. I’d prefer good.