My sweet Cadrian woke up on New Year’s Day with a terrible croupy cough. And it’s just gotten worse from there. Some one or several people have been lying around; coughing, whining, aching, crying, and being feverish since then. I have been pretty stalwart but now the baby is sick too. She can’t nurse lying down anymore because she can’t breathe through her nose. And then she can’t sleep. And then I can’t sleep.
Homemade chicken noodle soup and eggs are about all we’ve had to eat for 9 days. Everyone smells like eucalyptus and tea tree oil. The piles of tissues certain people make despite the trash can being right there are disturbing. The Nose Frida, incidentally is a brilliant invention. The gross factor is minimal with the baby; with the two year old on the other hand, *shudders*.
Soon, we’ll be back to normal. I am so thankful I don’t live in an era when I feared death with every cough, when I can just sit back and hold babes without having to stoke the fire or empty the chamber pot or butcher a chicken. I am thankful the vomiting has been nearly non-existent. I can handle almost anything but vomiting. And whining.
Soon we’ll be back to normal. Soon.