Gotta share the cuteness
The sick baby cuteness.
C was watching Momo (Elmo) on On Demand, and I was checking email. I glanced over and she was lying down in front of the television. I walked over and patted her on the back and said “are you ready for a nap?” I then sat down on the coffee table, thinking she’d get up and sit on my lap to watch Momo. Nope. She got up, walked behind me, and pushed. So I stood up, and she reached out her hand to take mine. She glanced at the tv, where baby bear was pretending to be a lion for Maria, and said “bye bye bear.” She led me to the bedroom, where she fell asleep within thirty seconds – so asleep that I took her bottle away from her and she didn’t even stir.
Home with sick baby
This morning, as I was standing in the kitchen making my toast, Katie came running in looking worried. It seems like everyone has been sick lately; I know I feel lousy. The bug had slept horribly last night, and this morning was looking flushed and fevered. We dug out the baby thermometer, and sure enough: her temperature was 101.
So here I am for the day, although probably not on the computer too much (story of my life of late). C was pretty fussy for a while, but now she’s seeming chipper. Since one of my nieces actually had seizures this weekend from a fever, I’m keeping her near by.
Proud daddy
Katie took C to the doctor today, with cold-like symptoms. She was wheezing heavily, coughing, and sneezing. And Katie thought she was running a fever. It seemed best to be safe.
Well, the doctor looked at our little girl and ran some tests. At first he thought it was a pretty serious virus, but the tests came back negative: C has the common cold, and there’s nothing to do but give it a few days.
But the doctor also said that C is one of the best-natured people he’s ever met. Despite having issues just getting air in and out – I guess babies can’t just clear their throats when they need to – she spent her time in his office laughing and smiling. Apparently she tried her best to chew on his fingers and was intent on eating his stethoscope.
What can I say? When Katie related that story to me, I beamed with pride and told everyone in earshot how great our happy baby is.
Proud daddy.
Do I risk it?
So I’m at home today with a sick baby, and after hours of fussing this morning (her, not me), she’s finally down for a nap.
Do I risk trying to take a quick shower (with baby monitor), or is this going to be a three minute faux nap? I wish I knew.
edit: the answer was “three minute faux nap.”
