1st Cold (6 months old)
Our sweet sweet angel has been cursed with her first of many colds to come. It actually struck she and I both at about the same time… yesterday around 2:30 p.m. And the timing of it of course could not have been worse. As of 3 minutes ago, Quinn and I were supposed to be boarding a train bound for the Emerald City where we were going to spend the week with my family.
The mental preparation for this trip began well over a week ago and I’ve had this 50+ pound suitcase packed since Friday, so of course we would get sick. While I was nervous about traveling alone with Quinn on a train, I was also excited about the trip. For a short trip up I-5 from Portland to Seattle, Amtrak is a great way to go. Not as great as a 30 minute flight, but at 70 bucks round trip, it’s cheaper that filling up 2 gas tanks in the car and it’s 100x’s more relaxing than being stuck in a car. On the train, you’ve got the mobility… I could walk Quinn up and down the cars - hang out in the dining car… watch the scenery out the large windows, and enjoy that soothing back-and-forth rocking as the train rolls along. So as much prep went into this trip, we inevitably are stopped by the one thing that stops a new mom dead in her tracks.
And so far, this first cold is not disappointing. She’s got a steady stream of snot running down her nose, sneezing and coughing constantly, has a slight fever and to top it off, she’s of course fussy. Last night she went to sleep at about 8:45 and woke up about every half hour struggling to breath. At about 11 o’clock last night, I broke out the the snot-sucker and have become very intimate with her little nostrils - which she hates by the way. But seriously — who wouldn’t? What an unpleasant thing.
At 2 a.m. she was wide awake, so she and I got up. I figured that sitting up and letting some of the gunk drain would be good for her. I lasted until about 3 a.m. which was the time I felt like I could collapse from exhaustion. So she and I laid down and when we were both close to drifting off, she decides to poop those sweet peas from earlier in the day. Double Awesome!
Up we get, change the diaper, suck more snot, and lay back down. The sleep gods had mercy on us and let she and I sleep for 3 hours.
The only upside to this debacle is that in the midst of caring for her, I’ve nearly forgotten about my own cold.
So, cross your fingers folks that our initiation into the world of sick-baby is short-lived and that Miss. Quinn and I will hop on that train later this week.
…(*ahh* *oohs* from baby monitor) And with that, she’s waking from her too short nap, so until next time…
So sorry to hear that my two angels are sick,always wear a jacket,mummy always says when u live in the great Northwest.bundle and cuddle is the true secret..Ohhhhh how I remember those days….