So John resigned from the job, because he has a NEW job, starting tomorrow! That means my husband will be home at night. All night, no more sleeping by myself! We changed the sheets on the bed yesterday, and he went and got his favorite pillow from the office, and I got all bleary-eyed. He will be HOME. So how did we spend our first evening of his resignation?
8pm Put Camper to bed, watch Chuck.
10:30pm Camper wakes up for his last minute feeding, eats two ounces, passes out. SCORE. Back to Chuck.
11:00pm Camper makes a funny noise, we interrupt Chuck to go see what is up. As I pick him up, he pukes down my front, and I smell the unmistakable smell of poo. Sick poo, which is different than well poo. I start to change him when John discovers that he’s pooed out his diaper into his crib.
11:15pm Laundry
11:30pm Watching mindless TV with a child, suddenly hyper, chewing on our fresh sheets between us.
12:00am Camper starts with the scratching. When he’s falling asleep, he scratches the sheets, my neck, my shirt, whatever he can get his hands on.
12:30am After a million Mommy kisses, Camper falls asleep and I relocate him to his crib. He then starts to scream.
12:32am He ceases crying, and begins banging his pacifier along the slats of his crib, prison style.
12:33am John goes in to cuddle Camper to sleep.
1am John comes back to bed, falls asleep, and promptly begins to snore/cough.
1:30am I instruct him to face the other way in bed.
2am I fall asleep.
4:30am Camper wakes up, comes into bed with me. John has mysteriously disappeared into the office bed, where he slept because his cold was making him restless, and keeping me up.
5am-7:30am In and out of sleep with Camper scratching me, and me replacing his pacifier every 15 minutes.
7:35am Up so that we can get to a doctor’s appointment for the baby.
So yeah, hopefully we get in the swing of NIGHTTIME again soon. Oh my. But yes, we ended up bringing Camper into the doctor this morning. He’s has a runny nose since May 10th (I know, dorky me, keeping track) and had a rash from about May 12-19. The last three days he won’t really eat, but he’s been pooing non-stop. When I called the doctor to ask if we should be concerned, they said probably not, but to bring him in anyway. He hasn’t had a significant fever, and the nurse practicioner we saw this morning did not think that he had Fifth Disease, based on the type of rash. More likely, our recent travels have done a doosy on his skin, he has allergies and may a slight cold, and is teething. All at the same time. She said that he’s not dehydrated, and that hopefully the nose will clear up when the pollen changes. Apparently if it IS allergies, there’s nothing they can do until he’s two. Poor kiddo. The snot is making it hard for him to eat, and messing up his poo. So there ya go. I guess you couldn’t expect anything different from a child made out of a combination of our genetic material. He never had a chance.
So tomorrow is John’s first day of DAYTIME work. Which means that he’ll get up super early, commute to New York, and be gone all day long. But hey, I get to see him all night, as long as he doesn’t snore, right?
PS Robin, if you are reading this, I keep dreaming (as in twice now) that you got a new washing machine. A huge one with a red lid, and that you won’t let anyone but me see it. And when I say HUGE, I mean HUGE, as in filling up the whole basement. I wonder what that means…
