He’s been MISERABLE all day. I have no idea if he has a cold, or is teething, or is having a reaction to a new food (baby-friendly yogurt), or a combination of some of those. No idea!
This parenting gig would be much easier if he could talk. Not necessarily because I’d be able to do anything differently, but because I hate the “not knowing.”
His symptoms are putting him in a very sad state: runny nose, coughing, wicked-awful diaper rash, crankiness.
Reasons I think he could have a cold:
His nose is running like crazy
He spit up twice today (Or is it throwing up? Who knows?)
My throat feels kind of sore — maybe we both have something?
Reasons I think he could be teething:
His, ah, “nose-running” is clear (apparently only yellow or green means “sick”?)
He could be coughing on excess saliva (another apparent teething thing)
He has no interest in eating, except for gumming frozen watermelon rinds
He never gets diaper rash, and this one is absolutely horrible and painful-looking
It has been an extremely rough day, with minimal napping and lots of crying and No-Mommy-you-can’t-put-me-down-for-even-a-second-ness. I creamed his poor red bum, gave him some Infant Tylenol at bedtime and he is blessedly sleeping now. For how long is anyone’s guess (hint: don’t guess very long).
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m a writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 12-year-old son and a 10-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep them from taking over my life. Creating things helps.
Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.
I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time with her writing. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)