The other week it starting raining. Then turned into rain/snow. Which then proceeded to just straight up snow and ice all over like an abominable snow man puked continuously until the end of time. What was expected to be 1-4 inches turned into over a foot of snow in my area. Taking me over an hour to get home. Only seeing my Noah for 30 minutes before he went to bed. And yes, I was cranky. Alright mother nature no more! We are moving on to spring and I advise you to do the same. For the sake of my sanity please. For the love of all that's holy please!
All dramatics aside I really am looking forward to warmer weather. And the first person to complain about the heat who isn't largely pregnant or without air conditioning shall receive a swift kick in the shin.
Any who, we are short staffed at work and I am working too many hours for my personal preference. My house is a mess. There isn't enough family time. Not enough alone time/blog time/cleaning time/ meal planning time/sanity time. Bla the list goes on and on. I give mad mad props to all those full time working moms out there. I do not know how you accomplish anything at home or keep your mental state of mind working 40+ hours a week. Especially when all you want is to spend time with your little peanut. Hard stuff. Extremely hard stuff.
Yet Noah and I managed to do a few projects on my limited time off.
So two weeks ago I was working when Matt messaged me saying that Noah had a fever. I wasn't too surprised since he had been sick with a cold and cough and was also getting a ton of teeth at one time. Sometimes he spikes a low grade fever while teething. That evening we were supposed to go out for my Birthday. All it took was one look at him when I walked in the door and I knew we weren't going anywhere. My poor miserable baby boy. It was most definitely a snuggle day.
That night I woke up to him crying at 2 a.m. and I immediately knew something was wrong. It was one of those mom moments when you hear your child's voice in a strange I'm not ok kind of a cry and race to their room. He was burning up he was so hot. I stripped him of his clothes and diaper and took his temp. 104. Gave him Tylenol, walked around the house, put a cool cloth on his neck, read stories. Finally got the temp down to 102, low enough for him to go back to bed but I knew we would be going to the urgent care in the morning.
Having worked on the nursing staff at urgent care for 2 years I knew what they were going to do before they did it. On my end it was nice to know what to expect and help hold the little muscle man in place for his x-ray. Sure enough he got his very first pneumonia. Poor bubba. He still had a very high fever the whole day and was just a miserable mess. Nothings worse than watching your very own little human struggle with being sick and miserable.
whelp, that pretty much brings things up to speed on the exciting life of the Conner family. Noah's doing better still a lot of coughing at night but no more pneumonia.
- Over and Out
All dramatics aside I really am looking forward to warmer weather. And the first person to complain about the heat who isn't largely pregnant or without air conditioning shall receive a swift kick in the shin.
Any who, we are short staffed at work and I am working too many hours for my personal preference. My house is a mess. There isn't enough family time. Not enough alone time/blog time/cleaning time/ meal planning time/sanity time. Bla the list goes on and on. I give mad mad props to all those full time working moms out there. I do not know how you accomplish anything at home or keep your mental state of mind working 40+ hours a week. Especially when all you want is to spend time with your little peanut. Hard stuff. Extremely hard stuff.
Yet Noah and I managed to do a few projects on my limited time off.
So two weeks ago I was working when Matt messaged me saying that Noah had a fever. I wasn't too surprised since he had been sick with a cold and cough and was also getting a ton of teeth at one time. Sometimes he spikes a low grade fever while teething. That evening we were supposed to go out for my Birthday. All it took was one look at him when I walked in the door and I knew we weren't going anywhere. My poor miserable baby boy. It was most definitely a snuggle day.
That night I woke up to him crying at 2 a.m. and I immediately knew something was wrong. It was one of those mom moments when you hear your child's voice in a strange I'm not ok kind of a cry and race to their room. He was burning up he was so hot. I stripped him of his clothes and diaper and took his temp. 104. Gave him Tylenol, walked around the house, put a cool cloth on his neck, read stories. Finally got the temp down to 102, low enough for him to go back to bed but I knew we would be going to the urgent care in the morning.
Having worked on the nursing staff at urgent care for 2 years I knew what they were going to do before they did it. On my end it was nice to know what to expect and help hold the little muscle man in place for his x-ray. Sure enough he got his very first pneumonia. Poor bubba. He still had a very high fever the whole day and was just a miserable mess. Nothings worse than watching your very own little human struggle with being sick and miserable.
whelp, that pretty much brings things up to speed on the exciting life of the Conner family. Noah's doing better still a lot of coughing at night but no more pneumonia.
- Over and Out
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