Whatever You Do, Please Do It Now

We are starting on day three of one sick Fynnie Fynn.  What the heck?  Like getting two consecutive front teeth isn't enough for this week.  Well only one has broken through, but the other one is right there.

Nope.  What started out as a mild teething fever has turned into double ear infections, a sore throat (possibly strep... I suppose we'll hear on Monday) and, tonight, vomiting.  With any luck, the vomiting was due to getting fever reducer (we're onto the children's medicines now... infant stuff isn't cutting it) right after the antibiotics.  But if, when it's time to take the next dose of amoxicillin, your child's fever suddenly goes from 99.4 (the lowest it's been since Wednesday afternoon) to 103.1, you don't wait for the stomach to settle.

As with last night, Tom is taking the first shift of snuggling a diapered baby who's wrapped in wet towels.  Last night my shift started at 12:30 and went straight through to morning, so I'd better get some sleep.

If you are a chanter, a prayer, a sharer of good vibes or thoughts, or a sender of white light, please, do it now.  And maybe send something for the future.  This is Fynn's second set of ear infections in two months.  Doc said that sometimes there's a link between teething and ear infections; they don't know why.  She has a lot of teeth waiting to come out.

Whatever you do, Fynnie loves you for it.

The Mother's Day You Deserve

That's what a friend said she hoped I am having, the Mother's Day I deserve.  I don't know if I am or not.  I suppose so.

Let's see:

Corey is not here.

I had to cancel plans for time with my mother and Corey, and part of me is relieved. 

We started this weekend with a vomiting toddler and a teething infant.  The tooth has again receded, so we'll get to go through all that again. 

Tom's brilliant idea for a Mother's Day gift was to put a rosemary hedge in front of our house, something I've been longing for since we had to leave our rosemary plant at our old apartment when we moved.  Only the general consensus from the informational cards we read at one big box place and the person we spoke to at a local nursery is that the shade from our north-facing house will likely kill the plants next winter.  Same thing with lavender.  Or any plant that we would actually want to put there.  Plenty of sun in the backyard, but no sprinklers and I do not think that Tom's "if we're diligent" suggestion is likely to happen.  We remember to water the front lawn because we see it every day.

Fynnie and I just woke up from a lovely nap and either a pox is upon her or she has been bitten repeatedly on her abdomen, chest and back.

And I'm on my period which, true to form for the past few months, has come with a really nasty attitude.  I told Tom that I'm thinking about talking to my doctor about it.  He said it doesn't seem like anything's that different.  Fortunately, for both our sakes, I have the sense that he meant things aren't as bad as I'm making them out to be.  But he doesn't hear all of the things that I say under my breath nor the things that I somehow wrestle my tongue out of saying.

So... is it the Mother's Day I deserve?  (That's a rhetorical question!)

Milestones

Today, March 1 two things became irrevocably true.

One, Fynnie got her second tooth.  Perhaps that's why we were up from 2:30 to 4:00 this morning, although she seemed perfectly happy.

Two, I must now say, "... when I turn 40 this month."  Last year Tom threw a surprise party for me.  To make up for the god-awful birthday of 2009.  More than one person insinuated last year that I was "39 again."  Dude!  Today one of my coworkers said, "Is that all you're going to be?"

Apparently she meant that in the because 40 is so young sort of way (most of the women I work with are at least 50).  Or that's what she tried to explain after hearing me gasp and seeing my mouth drop to the floor.

Not that mere weeks from 40 is old or anything, but today I borrowed a magnifying glass from my dad and Margaret so that I could do some paperwork at the office.  We have to cross-check students based on this exceedingly long series of digits.  Turns out I can't see much difference between 3, 6 and 8.  Or 4,7 and 9.  Okay, yes, sometimes I get 5 and 0 mixed up with other numbers.  But 1, that I can handle, no problemo.