It's finally happened, what everyone warned me would happen--Mama's sick. It's nothing major, just a cold or upper respitory infection but I feel like a groggy extra in a George Romero film. Eliza's been up the past two nights and I haven't slept so all the viruses that have lurked in my home chose this weak moment to strike.
Eliza had a fever yesterday so I assumed this new wakefulness must be due to some kind of ailment. However, today I wonder if it's just another behavior. She wakes up in the middle of the night and screams until one of us comes in the room. We hold her, calm her down and then she screams the second we start to lower her in the crib. I managed to avoid a co-sleeping situation Monday night but last night there was no way she'd go back into the crib without a screech fest. She felt feverish so I figured what the heck and the three of us climbed into the bed we've abandoned for the living room futon for the long night.
Unfortunately, anytime one of us rolled over or adjusted the covers, Eliza'd wake up briefly and cry. I really can't sleep while holding her so C took her. But then I keep rolling over to make sure she's okay. At one point, C was snoring so brazenly, I said "Oh, come on" loud enough to wake him. This preceeded five minutes of "what? what's wrong?" when I just wanted to go back to sleep now that he'd stopped snoring. Finally, I came into the living room and passed out on the couch. But everytime Eliza cried out, which was fairly often, I'd wake up.
She doesn't feel warm this morning, that affliction goes to me. And I have my usual host of chores to keep me busy as we have some one coming to look at the apartment tonight. I thought with Christmas this weekend we'd be home free from these random visits from prospective buyers but apparently I was wrong. I would mind all this cleaning and laundry hoopla less if some one actually made an offer on this place but so far, no one seems remotely interested.
Anyway, best to tend to my daughter and myself. I keep telling myself I'll be okay. Moms don't get sick, right? Moms don't get sick.
Oh, we get sick, we just don't get sick days! Sorry you're feeling bad. Hope you feel better before the holiday weekend.
Posted by: Vycki | 12/20/2006 at 06:52 AM