I had to take a break from the blog because the last week and a half has been a crazy one for me, and just when it seemed things might slow down a bit my little one got sick.
It is just the croup, nothing serious, but she is still miserable. A couple of trips to the doctor, many nebulizer treatments, infant's motrin, and eventually a steroid, and we are still up all night trying to help my little baby breath easier. This week's grand
moment started with the thought, "if one nebulizer treatment (which is a breathable mist of saline) works so well, why not set one up to run all night?" That was my thinking when I decided to put a mixture of salt and water directly into the humidifier, because I was truly thought it would help her (and me) sleep better. When I woke up to her crying, and went in to her room to find a thick fog, I realized why nobody had ever thought of that before. It was like we had taken her crib, dropped her off at the edge of the sea, and left her there for a year. Not only was the fog reminiscent of an ocean harbor, but there was thick layer of dried salt all over everything. And, I can't forget the sour smell that the humidifier was emitting as a result of completely overwhelming the filter.
Luckily my older daughter is showing no signs of sickness, none what so ever. She has all the energy in the world. Unfortunately she is starting to go a little stir crazy, and losing patience with the whole situation. My perception is that her tantrums are getting a little more frequent and her screams are just a little louder. Again, it could just be my sleep deprived perception of the world. Yes, these days have been filled with
moments. So I am focusing on the little things, like all the colors in my backyard. And, the plants that manage to barely stay alive even with just a hint of sun and no warmth in weeks.
Yes, winter is here, and although part of me loves it and is anxious for the beauty of the season, another part of me is already dreading the rush I feel in the evenings when the sun sets early. It is like I have a feeling of always running late, and no matter how often I remind myself of what the clock says my internal clock can not get used to living at this latitude.
I am going to focus on enjoying this rainy, dark, Monday at home with my girls. Because, I know no matter what, these days with them are going fast.
This is what we are listening to and dancing to this morning, to brighten up the day.
This is what we are reading, my childhood favorite. What are the little things that you focus on?