Well, inevitably, Cassidy and I both got sick.
I have what I believe is my first Summer Cold, or at least my first adult Summer Cold, and boy does it suck to be sick during a heat wave. As much so as winter, or even more so, because we cannot go outside to at least somewhat feel normal. This cold is a real lingerer too. Scarlet had it first and although I rarely get sick, I knew I was in danger of getting it from her. After everything we’ve been through lately…
And sadly, we cannot sleep ourselves to wellness. Our kids aren’t really allowing for that. We forgive them, though.
Are strains of colds getting worse these days? I remember being better and over it within 3-4 days. Or is it because we’re getting older? Or maybe it’s because we’re not sleeping it off? In my case, I can’t take any good meds on the theory that if it’s good enough to dry up your sinuses, it probably dries up milk supply too. Ah, well. Life is pretty beautiful just the same..
Every now and then, Scarlet will say something and I’ll realize that underneath her happy-go-lucky demeanor, she was very affected by our week of turmoil.
She’ll say, “I’m so happy you’re both here. Mama. Dada.” Or “I’m so glad that Baby Desmond is finally home.” Or “I’m so happy Nana and Poppa are here, but that means you and Dada will stay here too, right?”
And I remember that only a week ago, it was either grandparents or us. Never all of us at once. Someone said to me that Scarlet was most surely fine the whole time because she was with her grandparents. And while I admit that being with grandparents or aunts and uncles is second to being with us, it’s still only second. She was fine because she’s always fine. But she felt pain in her own way. How could she not have noticed the stress, the constant coming and going, the exhaustion, the eventual sickness? She’s the smartest kid I know and I know she knows. She tells me so at least once a day.
What she knows is that the four of us at home together, is best. And that visitors are spectacular.
(Above is my daughter’s hand, my son’s foot and my mother’s leg)
(Above is my daughter’s hand, my son’s foot and my mother’s arm)
Siblings. Sigh. I had four myself so I’m quite partial to having more than one kid now. If money weren’t tight and pregnancy wasn’t so darn anxiety-ridden for me, I’d have a dozen kids! Oh, what times these two will have.
I honestly forgot how much newborns sleep. I can’t paint a completely rosy picture because we’re both sick and had to tend to two restless little souls last night at the witching hour, but still, newborns sleep. It gives us time to focus a lot on Scarlet, at least for now. And she’s pretty much more delicious and awesome than we thought previously. And growing a love for someone new doesn’t take away or plateau any love for her. It all just grows and grows..