It's been a rough few days around here with little man feeling so miserable. I've heard people saying having sick kids suck but I never understood how much until we were dealing with it ourselves. It sucks. He's not quite one (less than 2 weeks!) and can't understand why he's feeling so miserable. Since Friday he's mainly wanted to cuddle or whine. He's not drinking much and isn't sleeping as much, despite our best efforts. Bedtime has been a struggle (2 hour struggle...) since at least Friday. He's usually a very active, curious little boy who loves to eat but that's disappeared for the time being. I didn't realize how much I liked our schedule until it all went out the window. Hoping he's over the worst of it!
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| refusing to let me put the bottle back in his mouth |
The other thing I heard pre-Luke but is just now sinking in is how different weekends are. Back when I was working an 8-5 weekends were a break from the monotony of Monday-Friday. Sleeping in, working on projects, reading, naps, lots of time to enjoy. It's taken until now to really realize how much that has changed. Saturday and Sunday are pretty similar to my Monday - Friday other than having Matt home and going to Mass. It's hard to break that mindset of a relaxing Sunday afternoon.
Combination of that realization on top of a sick baby made this past weekend a tough one. I had something else I was going to write about this week but my brain is kinda fried. I love our little Luke but sometimes parenting is exhausting.
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| our goofy little guy, the one thing he is willing to drink is bath water. |
