I took a sick day

Yesterday I took a sick day from pretty much everything - work, parenting, blogging. 

Not to get in much detail, but I spent a good part of the morning thinking if I moved, I was going to be sick. I didn't. But I didn't leave my bed until noon. When I left my bed, I put on some Boy Meets World, got a cup of apple juice that I barely took a sip out of, and closed the curtains. I slept on and off on the couch until about 3pm. 

Boyfriend got up in the morning with the girls and took them to daycare on his way to work. He requested to leave work early so he could pick them up, and was able to come home around 3, hence me waking up then. I didn't move from the couch until it was time to pick the girls up. 

I have never spent so much quality time with my bed and couch in the span of 24 hours. 

I made it to work today, but I want nothing more than a nap. I'm having the hardest time focusing, and even reading some things. I just need more sleep. And food. 

But sleep. I really need sleep. More of it. 

10 Things I Did This Week

1. Boyfriend and I thought about some life changing decisions. When I know what's going on, I will gladly share, but until then I'll just let this be my little stress of the week.

2. Boyfriend and I celebrated our second Valentine's Day together. By celebrated, I mean we got some take-out (garlic fingers and donairs), I took a bath, I finished watching 90210 and he actually watched with me then we literally passed out around 10pm. How's that for a wild and romantic Valentine's Day? Oh, but while he was home that day he made me a card. 

3. I made Valentine's for Chloe's daycare class but...

4. Chloe was up sick a couple of times through the night before Valentine's Day. It was boyfriend's day off work so she stayed home with him. She was whiny, but basically fine for the rest of the day. She was back to herself by Friday, but she didn't get to give out her Valentine's. Sad. 

5. I finished season two of Raising Hope. Best show EVER! (So far!)

6. Boyfriend had the flu, probably got it from Chloe, so I "slept" on the couch. I say "slept" because I was awake almost all night. I'm terrified of throwing up, to the point where I freak out if someone near me is sick and I could catch it. So far so good, but as I write this it's only been 12 hours since boyfriend was sick. I could still be next. 

7. I took Chloe's 'baby' to work. 

8. I bought a couple of vegetables that I've never had before so Chloe can try them: spaghetti squash and zucchini. Now I just need to figure out how to make them edible. 

9. I started working on a joint budget for boyfriend and I, in hopes that if we're more organized we'll be a little better at paying both of our debts off faster. 

10.  I'm having a hard time thinking of a #10. Oh.. Chloe started drinking homogenized milk. I hope to have her completely off formula by the time we make it to the end of this can. 

A work day

Baby girl Saturday morning before she got her pants on.
If she wasn't so tall this would be a cute dress. 

Happy girl, midway through the week

I miss my baby

This week has been a different one for me. 

Typically, I work full-time through the week, while Chloe is in daycare. Since Chloe's been so sick (hospitalized for 4 nights with pneumonia and the flu), we didn't want her back in daycare right away so my mother was great enough to watch her for the week. Except my mother lives an hour away. 

Luckily, my mother has an iPad and I have an iPhone so we can video chat all the time. 

While it is absolutely amazing to not be woken through the night or early in the morning, or have to worry about anyone's needs but mine, I miss my girl. I miss her smiles and her kisses. I miss hearing her say her new favorite word - no. 

I miss her even more because it's been more than two weeks since she's been herself. 

I've never had pneumonia, but it sure takes it's toll on a little girl. She's been out of the hospital for a week, and her eating is still messed up, and she just started being a little happy again, where before it was mostly whining and crying. 

Today I pick her up after work, and I can't wait to see her (hopefully) happy smile. 

Have you ever gone days without seeing your child?

5 Things I Did This Week

Five things this week, because I lived at a hospital for a lot of this week and no one does much at a hospital. 

1. Chloe spent Sunday afternoon until Thursday morning in the hospital. My daily schedule for most of those days was get up, go to hospital, go to work, go to hospital, go home eat supper and immediately go to bed. Luckily Mom got to the hospital Monday night and stayed until Chloe left Thursday so I could still work. 

2. We cancelled our weekend trip away, on account of Chloe being sick. 

3. My amazing friend A., who we were supposed to stay with on our trip, sent Chloe a gift at the hospital. 

4. Boyfriend and I spent all day Monday at the hospital. Chloe slept a lot, so we spent a lot of time walking around. We had three hospital meals that day. 

5. Paid a fortune for hospital parking. At least I saved on food and diapers for Chloe. 

We're All Home Again

I hate having a sick child. I miss seeing my baby happy. 

She came home from the hospital yesterday. My mom spent the day with her, and then went home. I wasn't feeling the greatest, which turned into me going to bed at 9:30, waking up feeling sick when boyfriend came to bed an hour later. I was on the couch until about 4am, drifting in and out of sleep, feeling sick but never actually getting sick. Chloe woke up twice through the night, but went back to sleep easily. 

I could tell she wasn't feeling her best this morning before I left for work. She home with boyfriend for the day. It's nice that she's with someone who will send me regular updates. 

After all this, all I can say is thank god it's the weekend. We need a lazy weekend more than anything. 

Here are photos from our last couple of hospital days.

Chloe's Hospital Stay: Day 4

My munchkin is still at the hospital, and I'm at work yet again. 

I don't even really have any updates. They took her IV off yesterday morning. She took her 'just in case' oxygen off last night for her bath and kept it off. They ended up having to put it back on later the same night. 

She was cranky when I got there last night, but after her bath, she perked up and acted happy and silly for awhile. I loved it. I had to leave to get boyfriend at work (I'm using his car so Mom has mine in case Chloe gets discharged) and she was asleep when I got back. 

This morning she was really cranky when I got there again. She's starting to sound more sad. Her cries aren't the same anymore. Her coughs are more frequent and sick sounding. If you asked me personally, it doesn't sound like she's getting better, but what do I know? 

The nurse came to take her blood right before I left. They cut her fingers and squeeze the blood into a tube. It's long, and painful and torture for Chloe. I didn't want to be the one to hold her while they did it, but Mom had left the room for a few minutes. 

Luckily she came back just in time, so I gave Chloe to her and left. If I had to listen to her cry while they took the blood one more time, I was going to lose it. 

I'm still pretty sad over it. 

This morning my 16 month old cried in my arms saying 'no no no' over and over again, knowing they were going to hurt her. It kills me. 

Here are a few pictures from last night and this morning: 

Hospital bath time

Finally, a silly face. It's been too long. 

She loved watching videos of my nephew on Mom's iPad

Gorgeous, silly girl

Picking at breakfast this morning. She didn't eat much of it. 

Some Details on Chloe's Hospital Stay

I'm back at work today. 

Lucky for me, Mom came to town to stay in the hospital with Chloe so I could work. I missed 9 hours last week, and so far 9 this week from Chloe being sick. My boss has been great about it, but I can't afford the loss in income. 

So I'm at work while my Mom is at the hospital with Chloe. She's spent two night there now. 

The longer version of the hospital story goes like this: 

Thursday: She woke up from her nap at daycare with a fever. I picked her up early and her temperature was up and down throughout the evening, but she slept through the night after 9:30. 

Friday: She seemed fine again in the morning, so off to daycare she went. She woke up from her nap with a fever again. The daycare mentioned her picking at her ear a lot, so I took her to the clinic for a 'just in case' checkup, to make sure it wasn't an ear infection. The doctor saw nothing. She had her last high fever Friday close to 11pm, but once it was gone she slept good again. 

Saturday: She was cranky, but acting normal otherwise, so we decided to go visit my mother to kill some time and distract her. No fevers all day. I thought we were finally on the mend. 

Sunday: We were back home, still no fevers, but she went into a coughing fit about 20 minutes into her nap. She threw up in her bed from the coughing, then again after I got her out of bed. She coughing was constant for over an hour before I decide to take her to the Emergency Room just to be checked out. 

The coughing subsided while we were there, but they heard something in one of her lungs. They did blood work and an x-ray on her, so I knew something was up. After being there more than two hours, shortly after 5pm I found out she was being admitted to the hospital overnight, and being hooked up to an IV. I couldn't stay in the room when they hooked up the IV. I would've lost it. 

As luck would have it, boyfriend left work early before he even knew we were at the hospital, so as soon as I found out Chloe was being admitted, he came right to the hospital. Having someone there made it less scary, so I didn't feel as much like I was going to cry. 

Things have been a blur since then. 

Her tests came back positive for the flu, plus Pneumonia. She had an IV in from Sunday until this morning. She had an oxygen tester strapped to her toe the whole time, and just had the oxygen nose piece put on her this morning because her oxygen levels were low. 

Besides being extra cranky, and terrified of all nurses, she doesn't seem too sick. She'll still play a little and say a few words. It's only when the fevers come back she she seems really sick. 

Last night she took another coughing fit that made her throw up a few times. It breaks my heart. 

She seems to be doing okay though, and hopefully she'll be home soon. In the meantime, I'm glad my Mom can stay with her so we won't go broke from having her in the hospital. And so I can sleep at home during the night. I feel really guilty doing it, but if I attempted to sleep at the hospital, I'd barely be functioning by now. 

This still all seems so strange and crazy to me. I go home and my baby isn't there. 

I'm not a fan of that at all. 

Wearing pjs, hospital style.

She was feeling better than she looks. 

All hooked up to the oxygen machine, not looking so good. 

Chloe is sick

So Chloe's been sick. What looked like just a cold turned out to be potentially pneumonia so she spent last night in the hospital hooked up to IV because she wasn't drinking much. She's a little cranky, but doesn't seem too sick so it's not as bad as it could be. We're still waiting for the doctor to check her and we still don't know when she can come home. Thankfully, I'm sure she'll be fine, but it's still no fun. Boyfriend has been with me since I found out she was being admitted, so that's helped a lot.

Ill keep you posted. Here's some fun hospital photos.

How creepy are hospital cribs?

Chloe was sick, and other random stuff

I wanted to write a good, interesting post, but then I remembered that I don't know how to do that anyway. Instead I share with you some random thoughts. 

- Chloe was sick last night with a pretty bad fever. I had to pick her up early from daycare. She was pretty sad looking for awhile. She seemed to snap out of it around 9:30 pm, after taking a few 'naps' in her crib, on the floor, in my arms. She was fine this morning so I shipped her off to daycare. If she survives daycare, we've got the whole weekend alone together to get better. 

- A week from today, Chloe, boyfriend and I are going away for the weekend to visit some of my friends, celebrate our anniversary away from home, maybe shop a little, and eat some Arby's. With Arby's being the most important, of course. 

- An upcoming weekend means cleaning time. My goals for this weekend are to organize the millions of toys we have, get caught up on laundry, and organize the coat closet. 

- We have a few large household items we need to buy, as well as loans to pay off, tires to buy, and things like eye exams and the dentist to pay for. Sometimes trying to figure out which is more important makes my head hurt. 

- This past week has been the coldest in awhile. I've been told today it's a little warmer. It doesn't feel like it. I sure could go for some summer sunshine right about now. 

Hope you have a great weekend! 

Being sick means extra cuddles

We've been sick. Me and Chloe.

 

Not horribly sick, just the gross kind - coughing, lots of nose blowing, etc.

 

Still it's affecting baby girl's sleeping and I feel pretty sad for her. Twice last night she started crying in bed. Usually when she's crying, she's standing or sitting up waiting for me, but these times she was still laying. I picked her up and craddled her like a small baby and she immediately started going back to sleep both times. So I held her and we cuddled on the couch for awhile.

 

It was by far my favorite part of the day, but I still don't like that she's sick.

 

I let her sleep in an extra 15 minutes this morning before we got up for work/daycare. 

 

Very unflattering picture boyfriend got of Chloe sleeping in my arms last night

Over the weekend I finally started getting caught up around the house. Mom even came up to visit on Sunday and helped me get the washer and dryer hooked up. That's one less stress to worry about.

 

Maybe sometime in 2013 I'll have all the moving chores completed.

 

Maybe.

 

 

Ps.. Don't forget about my Boy Meets World giveaway.

So I took a sick day

Sunday night I wrote and scheduled a post, just recapping our simple weekend. I got up Monday morning at 6am with Chloe, thanks to the kitty, cranky but ready to face the day. I was up for about 15 minutes when I felt a wave of nausea. It passed. About 10 minutes later, another one.

 

And while I did not actually get sick, this feeling stayed with me on and off all day.

 

I know what you might be thinking, but no, I'm not expecting.

 

I'm not sure what I would've done otherwise, but I woke boyfriend up and he took care of Chloe's morning duties (feeding, dressing, packing her daycare bag), and took her to daycare with me. He had the day off, and had a cold so it was nice to have someone to spend my sick day with.

 

I took a morning nap and an afternoon nap, and they were just lovely, and much needed. I couldn't eat a thing most of the day. I just sipped on apple juice. I felt okay enough to go pick the girls up from daycare, but still felt tired, weak and a little shaky for most of the evening.

 

Finally, finally, I woke up Tuesday morning feeling weird, but not sick, and made my way to work. I've felt fine ever since, just extremely tired.

 

And that is the story of my sick day. And trust me, I don't have many.

 

Coming soon? Busy days at work and moving on the weekend.

 

Stay tuned. Or not. I might not be around much.

 

Here's what's been going on around here lately...

 

Chloe cuddles

 

Chloe in a bucket



Playing with a store display

 

Nothing like spending the weekend with the flu

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I had one hell of a weekend. Because I caught the flu, or food poisoning. I don't know the difference, really. Either way, it was not pleasant. My biggest fear is getting sick, and well, that fear was put to the test.

Luckily, when I first realized how sick I actually was, it was early enough to call my daughter's father and he agreed to take her first thing in the morning for me, since she was already in bed. I was still worried how I would deal with her middle of the night feeding, but when she did get up around 5am, it went pretty smoothly. In the morning I tried to get her ready to go to her father's, but all the movement just made me sicker. 

It's kind of heartbreaking to hear your baby crying but you can't go to her because you're sick. At least it was only because she was cranky. It was a relief when her father finally picked her up, but I was still sad to see her go. I hate being alone when I'm sick. 

After tons of napping and one amazing shower, boyfriend took me to get some food that I could try to attempt, and I spent the night at his place. I've felt fine for a few days now, but I'm still in recovery and trying to build back up my appetite. Being sick is not my friend. 

The rest of my weekend included a nice trip to the park with boyfriend and the girls, a second sleepover with both girls, at his place this time, and a trip to visit some of my family and get my bridesmaids dress fitted on Monday. It was a two hour drive there, and two hours back. Baby girl was not a fan, and we won't be trying that again in one day for a long time.

I have a feeling that the rest of this week is going to be much better.