If this first few weeks is an indicator as to how the rest of the year will go - I'm screwed. Day care recently declared an outbreak of the norovirus In a nutshell, lots of vomiting and staying home. It hit me too. At one point last week I was down for the count. Then Sweet Potato. Then wifey - - though we think that was a kick ass migraine. Jr. however, just had a cold with a very runny nose. Oh plus Sweet Potato got an ear infection.
(Not that I'm keeping count - but that would be three ear infections in 11 months for Sweet Potato to two ear infections in 3.5 years for Jr.)
We brought her back to day care because she was symptom free. THAT day, they call and say she vomited again and we need to bring her home. I call bullshit on that one. Our theory is that A) The new meds for her ear infection have a side affect of vomiting B) They stuff her with food until she can't take any more C) They put her on her back right after drinking a bottle to change her diaper and everything came out. Again, bullshit. However, with everything going on they immediately said she was sick. Bullshit once again.
Whatever. As my friend says, when you hate your job it makes it easy for you to call out. So I had no problem calling in sick the next day and I'm glad I did - Sweet Potato and I had a great day. We played, we went shopping, she napped well, it was nice. Sick? Nope, not a friggin sign of illness at all. Barely even fussy.
I look at Sweet Potato and am amazed that she is almost a year old. There were many days that seemed to drag on forever. Big picture, she was not that difficult, little picture - she's been a pain in my ass. I feel for her because I am measuring her up against her brother. Not fair to her, but natural to do.
As anxious as I am for Sweet Potato to grow up I am really going to miss the days when she smiles and I can count the number of teeth she has on one hand while holding her little body in one arm. Tina Fey says it best, "The days are long, but the years are short."
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