...like SCREEEEEECH! Annnnd halt.
For all that go, go, going we did the last month of maternity leave, we're back to square one -- AKA -- a dead stop. I started back to work on Easter Monday:
...and with one full week of daycare [which is actually just two days] in the books, poor sweet Scarlett just couldn't hang. :(
I think it's the pangs of #momguilt which are always sooooo sharp no matter the circumstances, but I'm always very quick to blame the daycare when one of the kids gets sick. Every.single.time, I go through this whole dramatic routine in my head like, "I should probablyyyy go back to part-time 12-hour night shifts...and make the same paycheck as I'm making now working three 8-hour shifts...and pick up more weekends...and sacrifice my sleep and sanity and all of these things just so we won't need any childcare!" And I'm always about to bite the bullet on my feelings when said sick kid easily bounces back among the living, then all is swell again. But in all honesty, I know that it's also very likely that Scarlett caught something from one of our relatives at Easter or maybe even from a random old man who sneezed disease into the air at Schnucks and therefore this is not even related to the daycare at all, so I should just drop the argument right there and get on with my life.
HOWEVER!
Any way you roll the dice, I hate having a sick kiddo, and it's the saddest of sad times when a 3-month-old is down for the count! After a couple days of a low-grade fever that progressed to thick congestion and a nasty cough, the pediatrician looked her over head-to-toe and stamped a big ole' "BRONCHIOLITIS" diagnosis on her chart. Boo, boo, double boo. Fortunately, we had a pretty competent doctor in the house who was very eager to keep a close eye on her baby sis!
Next! Harper started with the snots a few days later, and now I have some respiratory junk, too. Brian is the sole survivor and -- call me crazy -- but if I were him, I'd be donning a surgical mask every time I stepped foot inside this infectious abode. For a week and a half now, we've been cramming the entire family into our closet of a bathroom any time someone showers [because steam is a coveted thing] ...diffusing essential oils 24/7 ...and napping/sleeping here, there, and everywhere...
...and low and behold [dare I even say it?], I think we're all
finally on the upswing and looking up! up! UP! a little more every day!
So!
Saint Bernadine, pray for us!
Saint Philomena, pray for us!
Saint Blaise, pray for us!
And anyone else out there ...powerful and mighty or little and lowly ...anyone at all who can send up some prayers for quick healing and continued health ...please PRAY FOR US...
...because back to work and daycare we go tomorrow! :/
