Oliver was diagnosed with a bad double ear infection and the flu yesterday (like the official sicky-sick-sick version). And this was after he got a flu shot in the fall.
Oh, my poor Baby Bubby Biscuit.
I'm once again very glad that I set up my New Year's Resolution to revolve around focusing on embracing and accepting the moment ("now") and also trying to ensure I get as much sleep as possible. Because any aspirations of exercise, organization, or other life-improvementy goals would have been over and done given our return to survival mode.
It has been sort of bizarre to see Oliver regress back to being a little baby. He wants to be held - by me, no one else - at all times. He wants to nurse many, many times throughout the day. He would fall asleep in my arms unexpectedly. I found myself at a loss on how to console him sometimes or how to get him to sleep. And so on. He just felt miserable. And when he wasn't being sleepy he was being quite the tantrummy crabcake. Understandable, but WHOA.
Here is a funny little moment I captured on Instagram - I was trying to entertain Oliver with a show for a few minutes (this past week has been his first real exposure to shows/Netflix/TV so he's not really down with sitting through full episodes or movies yet) and during that time Sir Toonses hopped up on my lap (that cat knows an opportunity when he sees one). However, the second Oliver realized his spot had been usurped he was determined to get his mama back.
Look at the faces on both Oliver & Toonses! Funny, funny.
Good things: Husband & Bella are just fine and I only came down with a terrible cold - what is with these mutant awful colds going around!? Anyway, my cold seems to be on its way out thanks to going to sleep between 7 and 9 pm every night so I'm hoping to only use up three boxes of kleenex this week instead of four. I'm wondering if we avoided getting the flu ourselves because we all got the flu mist versus the flu shot in the fall? Who knows. And for as many colds & bugs as we have caught in the past couple of years, this is the very first time we have had a kid on an antibiotic. That's pretty amazing. (And fellow thrush sisters - YES, I will be providing plenty of probiotics for Oliver. #ThrushPTSD) Finally, it was often very sweet to have Oliver be so snuggly and to know that I was providing him so much comfort.
But I will be ready to be not quite so joined-at-the-hip with him in the next couple days.
So we are making our way back out of survival mode and I might even fold some dishes today.
Aaaaaaand I actually just wrote that. Hahahaha. Nevermind. I think I'll take a nap instead. :)