health

The fact that I managed to post twice last month is truly a miracle. The fact that those posts were about illness and sleep deprivation speaks volumes to how the month of January treated us. Our household, or at least 3 of us anyway, spent the entire month sick. I am not sad to see January come to an end.

Our month started with me coming down with a nasty case of pneumonia that had me down for the count for 10 days and then spending another week or so attempting to get myself back to completely healthy. It was not the way I wanted to start 2015. Right on the heels of my recovery from that not so fun illness Anna and Nora got sick with the worst virus either of them have ever had. Anna spent 8 straight days with a fever, 8 days!! Nora started out with croup and then got a stomach bug on top of it.

I mean, seriously, is there is anything sadder than a baby who is pukey. It is heartbreaking, especially because they don’t understand what is going on. There were a lot of tears both from her and from me during those 4 or 5 days. My usual spunky, into everything, busy baby spent much of a 4 day period either laying on the floor or cuddled against someone’s chest.

They were both so sick I didn’t know what to do for them. We made a couple of trips to the pediatrician (hopefully we avoided picking up any additional bugs while we were there!). An 8 day fever and a baby who is visibly losing weight because she can’t keep anything down are both scary. The verdict after both appointments was that they both had a super nasty virus, likely the same virus with different symptoms. I was so thankful for our awesome pediatrician for talking me off the ledge. Watching your baby throw up everything so many times and seeing the number on the scale drop by 2 lbs in just 3 days is no picnic. Coupled with a kiddo who kept running a high fever every day and couldn’t stop coughing long enough to get the sleep she desperately needed made for one frazzled momma.

It is so hard when 2 kiddos are sick at the same time. They both just want snuggles and love but your arms and lap are only so big. It is so hard to make sure they both get the love they need. Not to mention that Nora passed on the tummy bug to me, thank goodness I just got the 24 hr variety. The word exhausted doesn’t quite capture how I feel now that it is over (knock on wood). I don’t know if I will ever fully recover the sleep I lost last week. Luckily they both seem to be on the mend now, though defiantly aren’t all the way there yet.

I feel like this month from hell has aged me many years. Good riddance January! Can’t say I’m sad to be done with you.

 

Working out is something I’m always glad I did after the fact, but I’ve always had a hard time motivating and convincing myself to do it in the first place. I know I’ll feel good when I’m done, but that hasn’t been enough to get me going. My workout time has always been after the girls go to bed and once I have them in bed all I want to do is curl up on the couch and relax. The last thing I want to do is get in the car and drive to the gym. On and off over the last few years I’ve tried to stick with it. I’ve tried to make exercise part of my routine. I’ll stick with it for a while but I always lose motivation eventually.

Exercise and staying in shape are important to me, and this year I am making my fitness a priority. For Christmas Lorne got my a fitness video game for our XBox Kinect. I started using the video game to work out just over a month ago. Most evenings (I do typically let myself take off 2 nights a week) I change into my work out clothing after the girls go to bed, and I bust a move in the family room using my Your Shape:Fitness 2012 game. I’m sure I look like a complete idiot, but since there isn’t anyone around to see me, I could care less.

It has been great. Not having to motivate myself to leave the house to work out has really helped me stick with it. I find myself not even trying to come up with an excuse not to work out, I just do it. I feel great after and I find I have more energy all through the next day. I am already noticing a difference from my work outs. My clothes fit better. My energy is much improved. My fitness level and strength have improved as well.

I’m shaping up for my girls and for myself. It feels good to be a month into it and still having the motivation to keep going.

Maya has her very first dentist appointment coming up in a couple of weeks.  I’m nervous about how it will go.  I found this great pediatric dentist who is very highly rated and whose office is a kid’s paradise based on the pictures I’ve seen.  And yet, I’m still nervous.

Maya is not a fan of those in the medical profession.  It isn’t that she has ever had a bad experience or anything she just has never liked them.  She only just now has started enjoying and engaging in conversation with her pediatrician instead of screaming her head off or cowering in fear on my lap.  The nurse in her office is another story, she clearly remembers who gives the needles so there is no chance in hell that she will ever like the nurse.

When I called the dentist’s office and spoke with the receptionist to set up the appointment they said they will have her go back by herself for the appointment.  She said the office is all open so I’ll still be able to see her but they like the kids to have the experience on their own.  My heart sank. My kiddo, who won’t even go into her beloved gymnastics class on her own, will not take kindly to a person in scrubs trying to escort her back to a completely foreign environment by herself. I wish I knew it would go well. I wish I knew she would happily go off and there would be no epic fit throwing.  I asked what happens if she won’t go by herself and she said they will just see how it goes and the last thing they want is for her to be afraid. Well that’s good. Maybe it’ll go better than I think.

My biggest fear in all of this is that Maya will develop my fear of the dentist. To say I’m not a fan of the dentist is an understatement. I have no reason to fear the dentist.  I’ve never even had a single filling. But for whatever reason, I just do.  I don’t want that for my child.

My fingers are crossed that this first appointment goes well. That she doesn’t throw a fit of epic proportions when they try to usher her back to the dental chair by herself. That she doesn’t cry out in fear of the dental assistant the way she does the minute she sees the nurse at the doctor’s office. That my little girl has a good first experience and doesn’t grow up to hate the dentist just like her momma.

Any tips or suggestions on how to make this work would be greatly appreciated.

Cold and flu season is upon us. I really dislike cold and flu season.  It isn’t even the middle of October yet and Maya is already working on cold #3 and Lorne is on cold #2.  It is going to be a long winter if we keep up at this rate.  Luckily, so far (knock on wood), I’ve been able to avoid the cold bugs that have been making their rounds, but I’m sure my time will come.

Last year it felt like we were fighting one virus after another.  We hardly went a week without Maya coming down with one thing or another.  It was exhausting.  I know kids this age catch a lot of  bugs since they haven’t built up the necessary immunities yet, but still.  Last winter left me exhausted and begging for the warmer weather and the end of the cold and flu season. I was kind of hoping that maybe, just maybe this season wouldn’t be as bad.  So far I’m not having any luck in that department.

I spent about an hour last night curled up in Maya’s toddler bed with her (not at all comfortable) while she whined about her nose.  And, this morning has been more of the same.  She has this thing against any snot running out of her nose.  There doesn’t have to be anything running out, just the idea that it might sends her into a panic and she comes whining (sometimes screaming) to me to wipe her nose.  After the first 50 or so times of this I’m usually done and ready to scream myself, which usually happens within the first couple of hours of a cold.  Hopefully, this cold runs it’s course quickly and we’ll get a bit of a reprieve around here for a while.

Last night, well actually in the wee hours of this morning if you want to get specific, I found myself curled up with Maya in her toddler bed.  I quickly discovered that although they may be perfectly comfortable if you are a mere 3 feet tall and weigh only 25lbs or so, for a 5’7″ 125lb adult they are definitely not comfortable, far from it in fact.

So, just how did I find myself in this most uncomfortable position at 2:30am this morning?  Well let me tell you…

Tuesday Maya started coming down with a bit of a cold.  She was getting sniffly and was a bit irritable.  Then yesterday she woke up with a raging fever, her body was definitely in full battle mode.  We spent the day quietly at home, resting.  It seemed to do the trick and by the time she got up from her nap her fever seemed to be gone and she was in a much better mood.  I thought we were out of the woods.  That was until the fever kicked back in just before bed.

When I put Maya to bed last night I knew there was a possibility that the night would be a rough one since she was going to sleep with a fever and really stuffy.  Sure enough at 2:00am I woke to the sounds of her crying.  I went to her room and she told me she had to pee.  As I reached down to help her out of bed I could feel the heat radiating from her.  I knew before I touched her that her fever had kicked into high gear.  When I touched her skin the heat was unbelievable.  I took her to the bathroom so she could pee and I could take her temperature.  I gasped when I saw the number flash up on the screen, 104.2, holy cow.  That is by far the highest fever she has ever had, EVER.  I was scared, and worried and just wanted to make her feel better.  After rubbing her down with a cool wet cloth and dosing her with Tylenol again we headed back to her bedroom.

I tucked her in, kissed her and started to leave the room when I heard a tiny little whisper “Mommy sleep with me little bit”.  It broke my heart and I couldn’t say no.  I mean who could resist such a request in the middle of the night, not to mention my fried nerves and worried heart needed the reassurance of laying there next to her.  So, I crawled into her bed, one leg still on the floor and rubbed her arm as she fell asleep.  I listened to her sniffle and whimper and just wished her temperature would go down and she could get some rest.  Slowly the sniffles turned into the soft rhythmic breathing of sleep.

I stayed with her for about half an hour, curled up in that way too small bed in the most uncomfortable position possible because I knew she needed me there, and because I needed to be there.  I needed to feel the temperature of her body begin to cool, I need to hear her soft breathing to reassure myself that everything was okay.

Toddler beds may not be comfortable but sometimes the comfort of our heart is more important than the comfort of our body.