Why is it every single time Jeff leaves town for a week, Myles gets sick. Sleepless, vomit-y, fever-ish, diarrhea-like sick?
Good god I haven't left the house in two days or brushed my teeth today and I may be losing it. I think I just saw the Imagination Movers dancing on my ceiling. Does eating half a box of All-Bran crackers and some extra-sharp cheddar count as dinner? At least the bran will cancel out the cheese.
The last three nights Myles has been up for hours at a time. He's napping less than an hour and at lunch, he vomited half chewed hot dog, sliced tomatoes and curdled milk pretty spectacularly.
Jeff doesn't get back until Friday night and he's been gone since last Saturday.
Of course I just paid for 10 weeks of mommy and me music class and it's the most beautiful weather of the year right now.
Send help. Also Tecate and whole milk as I'm not sure I'm going to make it out to the store tomorrow and we need provisions.
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I was just about to hit the publish button on this when Myles woke up screaming for what I am sure is not the last time tonight.
I went into his room to comfort him. I picked up his shaking body, still light enough that it's never a burden to carry him around. I cradled him in my arms and sat in the rocking chair in his room, still left over from our breastfeeding days.
And I realized we may not have many moments like this left; moments when he is still small enough to be completely enfolded in my arms, when I can soothe him with my voice and my touch.
Even though everything I wrote above is still true, I already feel a little better.
Every time Erik goes out of town I think of how great it's going to be - the remote all to myself, cereal for dinner, hours of reading US Weekly uninterrupted. And every single time it's the SUCK.
Maybe we just all need together in a hotel somewhere sans kids and braid each others hair and watch Bravo and spend some quality time without husbands OR kids.
I am sending strong mom vibes your way. Hang in there sister.
Posted by: Elizabeth | March 12, 2009 at 01:08 AM
I've sent out the rescue party, Tecate in hand.
Posted by: Tink | March 12, 2009 at 10:31 AM
Sending soothing, happy eating thoughts to Myles! Hang in there....
Posted by: Chris | March 12, 2009 at 11:17 AM
Hoping you get some sleep tonight.
Posted by: Suebob | March 12, 2009 at 11:07 PM
Poor little guy! I hope he feels better soon. There's nothing worse than a sick baby.
And I don't care how old he is, as long as you can hold him and soothe him like that, he's a baby.
Posted by: Sarah @ BecomingSarah.com | March 13, 2009 at 12:11 PM
Want some lime with that?
Posted by: apathy lounge | March 13, 2009 at 12:25 PM
Stomach viruses are the worst...
And your boy will always need you. And the sound of your voice and your touch will always comfort him--trust me. My Boy is now almost as big as I am, and wraps me up in his arms. That's a good feeling too.
Posted by: V-Grrrl | March 16, 2009 at 10:42 AM
You have a great blog. I enjoy your writing style. Best of luck to you in the future as you start a new adventure!
Henry
Posted by: Henry | May 22, 2009 at 08:16 AM