The Mini started acting like an insane toddler on Saturday. Just really cranky, incorrigible and well, that’s all I’ll say because I was pretty much mumbling choice phrases under my breath. I chalked it up to teething as we had a molar break through last week, which I totally didn’t even expect to come in. His teeth have a way of taking forever to come in, to the point where I give up and forget about it and then it finally decides to sneak up on me when I least expect it. I blame my mother for this, as I’m sure that somewhere along the karmic payback she wished on me, she sneaked this in under the radar.
And when he was finally screaming to go to bed, I thought he felt a little warm, but again, I chalked it up to long sleeve pajamas, carrying on, screaming and general crankiness.
And Sunday he woke up with a fever. Probably should have seen that coming. The Mini isn’t a sick kid. He inherited my titanium immune system, and for that I’m grateful. This is his first real fever. I was always afraid that if he had a fever, I wouldn’t know about it. Even with my kick ass Mama spidey sense. Let me tell you, when your kid has a fever, you know. I never realized exactly how much heat a person could radiate. At least I passed that hurdle. I knew. I can’t really say I knew what to do, except to console him when he needed. I gave him milk as he kept asking for milk, pitifully over and over. Only to later find out that you’re apparently not supposed to give kids with a fever, any milk. I suppose I’m still in the running for parenting of the year award though, as I still refuse to let him run through the house with knives. Scissors are ok though.
The upside (albeit a very small upside) to having a sick baby, is the cuddle factor. The Mini is a busy, independent kid. He loves to run around, and does very well entertaining himself. So it’s nice when he just wants to sit in my lap and be snuggled.
The downside to having a sick baby is the lack of sleeping that’s going on in this house. I was bitch slapped back into the first month of his life, and while I didn’t mind it then, it sucked entirely this time around. Any ovary aches I previously felt, have been smoldered for the time being. And I swear I felt my uterus try to escape my body.
I’d try to be more funny, but I still smell vomit on me somewhere.