I know, right? Sick babies don't take care of themselves. And more importantly, they are needy. And super whiny. And instead of baby cuddles and kisses, they don't want ANYTHING. I provide juice - the very juice that 2 hours ago he couldn't be without - and the current state of affairs proves that WE HATE JUICE. I provide endless hours of the Sprout channel (which honestly, only exacerbates my own illness), toast, cuddles, rocking, stories, vaporizers, and a million Kleenex. But, it's all for naught. Evan wants up; he wants down, he wants to sleep, he can't sleep. Who can blame him? He can't breathe. He isn't eating. I feel baaaaaad....but I want him better.
And I want him better for all of the mommy reasons: I don't want to see my baby suffer and I don't want a prolonged illness to affect him in any way. I want him healthy and back to his bouncy, babbly, baby self.
But I want him better because I'm sick. I need to be babied. I want to cuddle up in bed with my nasal spray, Vicks and eye mask and turn the world off. I want someone to make and serve me tea and pick up my prescriptions and get me heating pads. I can't take care of my baby because I'm a huge baby.
So, I struggled for two days, trying to take care of my sick baby and my sick self. I was sanitizing and snuggling and washing sheets and blankies and pacifiers (try not to judge me for letting Evan still use a pacifier; he's only 18 months and we will approach that next milestone at 2 years) and making tea and singing songs.
And then I gave up.
I called in the Army. The Nana Army. It went something like this:
Me: "Mom, is Dad out of town this week?"
Me: "Oh. Waaaaahhhhh". (In Debbie Downer mode)
Me: "I'm just wondering...Evan's not feeling that great."
And that was that.
Nana came over to help me help Evan. And by help, I mean DO EVERYTHING. She took care of my crying guy, rocked him to sleep at night and wiped his runny nose.
I'm pretty sure I was able to play this card out because I caught this bug 2 weeks after my 3rd reconstructive surgery. My doctor (and my mom) were concerned about this turning into a bigger issue since my body is still healing. So, Nana came in, and took over.