I am sick and handling it poorly. It hit me out of nowhere yesterday with fever, sore throat, and body aches. I bundled up, drank water like a boss, and ate raw garlic and OJ. My fever broke over night but I am nowhere near 100%. On such a night, I can't help but be thankful for cosleeping and dream feeding. My sweet daughter is in the middle of teething and nurses through the night. I can't imagine getting up and visiting a crib every hour or, worse, letting her cry.
She was especially needy last night and woke up at 4:30 full of energy. Her father and I played a game I'll call eyes closed chicken. The first one to acknowledge her yelling and hair grabbing loses and has to deal with it. It's much different from her waking to eat - basically, she wants to play. Daddy earned big brownie points by taking her to the basement toys, playing with her for an hour, and then bringing her back ready to crash out. It's 7:45 a.m. as I type this and she is sleeping soundly beside me. Dad also fed the dogs and the cats, brewed coffee and brought me a cup.
We are living paycheck to paycheck right now. Our home is nice and many of our things are too. We were comfortable back when we had two incomes and no babies. This means that for now, we get no new anything. Clothes, haircuts, vacations, makeup, and nights out are a thing of the past for a while. I get jealous of my friends vacations and my sister-in-law's new car but I never wish I had made the choice to go back to work. Everything we have changed is worth it. Nothing feels better than drinking coffee with my husband in bed and watching our little flower baby sleep. Even with a wicked sore throat.
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