Category: sickness
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Pain~I do not think it means what you think it means.
I was idly flipping through the latest issue of Parents when I came upon this: For decades, doctors believed that babies didn’t feel pain, based on flawed studies showing that sleeping infants didn’t respond to light pinpricks. In fact, until the 1980s, many newborns who had heart surgery received no pain medication — they were…
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Further adventures with eczema.
I took Aidan, now nearly 4 1/2 months old, to the dermatologist today, and he was duly impressed by the baby’s poor scaly state. It’s really awful. He’s not sleeping more than 2 hours together, he’s so uncomfortable. And he looks dreadful. Except for those brightly serious blue eyes of his — when you look…
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Ho Ho Ho!
Still pregnant. But after 4 days of antibiotics, I feel blissfully better, enough to go to my friend Lea’s house last night for a holiday hoe-down. Great fun! Lance and Vincent came, too, but left early once Vincent’s fascination with all the lit candles could no longer be distracted by butterfly crackers and cupcakes. Darn…
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Lisa Russ Spaar.
Forgive the silence — our household is utterly entrenched in illness, and it appears that it will remain so for the immediate future as a virulent cold virus holds us hostage. In the meantime, I’ve been reading Lisa Russ Spaar’s Satin Cash, which contains such lush, smart language — I spent Vincent’s too-brief naptime letting…
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Home. Every day. Small nuggets.
Yesterday, Vincent & I went downstairs to check the mail, and he, because he’s fun that way, locked the door behind us. Hence I discovered how ludicrously easy it is to pick the lock of our apartment. Good thing we own nothing worth stealing. * Being home so much is very odd, but now we’re…
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“I Want to be Careful.”
That’s what Vincent says when he’s about to do something unadvisable. I should’ve remembered that: sometimes what you get is the exact opposite of what you wished for. I said, I could use a break from my child. Instead, my poor boy has come down with another nasty flu bug, and I’ve been home with…
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NaPoWriMo Draft 9.
Vincent could be & has been worse, but darling boy is still unwell. In between the interludes of obvious illness, he is variously rambunctious and lethargic. Irony of ironies: Nature has chosen this Week of the Influenza Outbreak to spring into Full Spring with gusto. * The moving-on-now-revise-later aspect of NaPoWriMo does not come naturally…
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In which the plague inevitably spreads & Marie somehow writes NaPoWriMo Draft 8.
Thank you, yes, I am improving at last, but horribly, Vincent has caught it. From me. Which means I didn’t get it from him, and I’m a bad mama to have intimated that I might have done so in my last post. I am happy to report, however, that so far, though he’s plenty sick,…
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Days of Gatorade & Crackers.
These are the days of Gatorade and crackers. These are the days of Peptobismol. These are most definitely the days of “Please let me make it to the bathroom in time!” I have been felled by the flu. Can I just say that before I birthed a child, I can’t remember ever having once been…
Marie Gauthier 