Beware My Poor Readers

I am going to see if I can even put these events into words--so bear with me. Yesterday I took Kara back to her Dr. because her cough had just gotten worse and her congestion had not gotten any better. She is now on a low dose antibiotic and a prescription cough/cold medicine. Anyway, she woke up at 5:30 AM coughing so hard it just sounds painful. (Yes Aaron, I am going to be switching tenses A LOT in this post.) So I carefully tried to roll her over and sneak in 2mL of cough medicine. Oh my, did the arms and legs start flailing! I carefully picked her up and turned on a lamp. I thought the human response to fear was either fight OR flight. Oh no, my daughter can do both at once. I am sure we are going to find grape cough syrup sticky marks all over her bedroom and everything in it for years. Luckily I was on my way down to put her on her rug when she pushed off and flew out of my arms and partially hit the basket full of baby items that I carry around the house. Then she cried, and cried, and fought and flailed. More lights, more cough syrup flying. By this time it is in my hair and all over her. I finally got her calmed down enough and awake enough to know what was going on and she swallowed it right down.

Now the fun begins. I turn off the lights, rock her and give her loves for a bit and gently place her back in her crib. Just when I think she is drifting off she starts coughing again...hard. So hard that she proceeded to throw up all over her sheets and her pjs. I place her on the floor, change the sheet, change her pjs and give her another dose of cough medicine. She calmly fell asleep like nothing had ever gone wrong. Phew.

At 8 she woke up again and was happily playing in her crib...with sweet potato poop leaking out of her diaper on to the sheet. I cleaned her up and brought her into my room for our usual, quiet together time. Which, thankfully, was very nice. We ended up both falling asleep for about 45 min. together.

Bath time. She loves the bath and loves to splash. I started filling the tub and got in to feel the temp. She now has figured out how to stand up on almost everything and was standing by the side of the tub waiting for me to pick her up and put her in. I took off her pjs while she was standing there holding onto the side of the tub. She was so cute and seemed so proud of herself. I took off her diaper just as Ellie came running in, grabbed her clean diaper for after the bath and starting shaking it to bits and pieces while running around the bedroom. I jumped out to catch her, decided it wasn't worth and turned around just in time to see Kara peeing on the one tiny bit of exposed carpet by the side of the tub.

But wait, there is more! After the bath (that still somehow had a couple of small pieces of sweet potato floating around in it) I was attempting to quickly throw on some clothes. Little, sweet, diapered Kara comes crawling into the closet wielding the door stopper (doingy thing) like a sword. I don't think those are supposed to come off. Hmmm.

While writing this post I have had to remove the doingy thing from her mouth (gross), remove her from the dog dish twice, change another squishy sweet potato diaper, stop the dog from barking at the pool guy on one side and the new neighbors' dogs on the other, answer a call from my dad while they are enjoying the beautiful weather in Oregon, feed Kara, give her cough medicine and her antibiotic, and attempt to heat up some old coffee from yesterday in the microwave.

Today is supposed to be my first day back at work too. (Krishawn, aren't you glad that I didn't have you babysit afterall?)

Oh my, another juicy toot from the little Kara Bean. Gotta run! Oh, and for no extra charge to my poor, poor readers--Gerber sweet potatoes are exactly the same on the way out as on the way in. Next time I am just going to open a fresh container, smear it all over the baby, several diapers and her clean sheets and just be done with it.