Thankfully
There's nothing really wrong with Will. I took him to the doctor yesterday, and he's fine. Just a cold. But he does have a crazy bad diaper rash that the doc said we should treat with yeast infection stuff. (Again.) The body rash, the doc said, is a viral rash that will go away on its own. I'm glad there's nothing more wrong with him. He did sleep through the night last night. (Thank God)
I have a pretty good-sized headache right now, though. I took some Tylenol and had another cup of coffee, so I hope it goes away soon. I just fed Will lunch, and I swear to God, I almost lost my mind doing it. He wants to feed himself all the time, but he just makes the most impossible mess. I feel like crawling into bed and shutting out the world when I think of our kitchen sometimes. The good days are when I only have to clean up him, the floor, the table, and change his clothes. The bad days are when he gets food on the walls and me too. Ugh. I can't wait until he's not such a complete mess at meal times. The self-feeding thing makes six months of breast-feeding nourishment seem like a piece of cake.
The one good thing is that we did make it to the gym today, so at least I got to work out and shower in peace. It's funny because being so frustrated and having this headache reminds me of when I was a kid and how my mom had a 24-7 headache, and I always thought that there must be something really wrong with her (mentally?) to always have headaches. But I guess I didn't realize that it was just us kids giving her a headache. Ah... jolly days on the horizon, I tell ya. And we're thinking of having another kid because....???...???
I have a pretty good-sized headache right now, though. I took some Tylenol and had another cup of coffee, so I hope it goes away soon. I just fed Will lunch, and I swear to God, I almost lost my mind doing it. He wants to feed himself all the time, but he just makes the most impossible mess. I feel like crawling into bed and shutting out the world when I think of our kitchen sometimes. The good days are when I only have to clean up him, the floor, the table, and change his clothes. The bad days are when he gets food on the walls and me too. Ugh. I can't wait until he's not such a complete mess at meal times. The self-feeding thing makes six months of breast-feeding nourishment seem like a piece of cake.
The one good thing is that we did make it to the gym today, so at least I got to work out and shower in peace. It's funny because being so frustrated and having this headache reminds me of when I was a kid and how my mom had a 24-7 headache, and I always thought that there must be something really wrong with her (mentally?) to always have headaches. But I guess I didn't realize that it was just us kids giving her a headache. Ah... jolly days on the horizon, I tell ya. And we're thinking of having another kid because....???...???