The babe has been sick.
It started about a week ago in the form of congestion. Nothing that a humidifier, diffusing Breathe, and an occasional nasal spray-age wouldn't clear up.
Then it progressed into cranky.
Cranky like: over-tired because I'm congested.
Also cranky like: I'm bored of these same ol' toys, on this same ol' blanket, with the same ol' people everyday.
Also cranky like: teething.
I figured that the congestion was par for the course with a babe at night in the winter, because somehow it was pretty much a night-time problem, not so much a day time problem. I figured the cranky had everything to do with teething. I mean, he's drooling buckets & trying to chew on anything he can get to his mouth, including me -which happens to hurt.
Anyway... the short of the story is this: By last night I was exhausted, because we've been having a lot of long, long nights around here lately, and last night was a particularly bad one.
It feels like there is no such thing as getting ahead anymore. It's like I'm stuck on Survival mode. At least thats how it felt at 4 am. Thankfully my momma was able to take the Little Pirate for a couple hours because I needed those two hours badly.
The fact that I am happy, and reasonably sane today is a testament to Priesthood Blessings. The one Will was given on Monday night, which took the fever away, and the one I got this morning -at 4:16, just before my dad left for work.
Anyway, we took the babe to the doc today because I'd feel terrible guilt if he was actually sick, which turns out he's something, but the doc didn't know what. Her best guess: it's just a cold. And the rash he developed yesterday is signaling that he's on his way to feeling better.
Here's to hopin'!