Whistler-Blackcomb opened today. Unlike last year, there’s not a ton of snow, but El Nina is supposed to make it a great year. My fingers are crossed, as we’re taking Baby G up to the mountain in January. We’ve booked a daycare for a weekend, so Momma J and I can finally get together to do some boarding again.
Baby G had a tough weekend, and so did his dad.
At around 4:30 a.m. on Saturday, Momma J yelled from the bathroom that she needed some help. I walked in to find her holding Baby G over the bathtub, while he spewed out his dinner from the evening before. We spent the rest of the day feeding him and then watching him get sick to his stomach. On Sunday, he was little better – no puking, just a little slow. This morning it was diarrhea, which got him sent home early from daycare.
I was hit with a bought of stomach flu early last night. A not-so-pretty sight my hockey team had to witness on the ice – I won’t go into details. I had another visit with the porcelain god before returning home, went to bed at 8 p.m. and was up most of the night with a stomach ache.
Luckily Momma J seems fine.
When she picked Baby G up this afternoon, our case is not unique. A pair of parents had the same stomach flu I did, and a kid was hospitalized with dehydration.
From what we’ve heard, we should get ready for a lot of this, as kids are lightening rods for sickness. Also, other parents, through pressure to get to work, tend to leave sick kids at daycare that infect everyone.
On Monday, we dropped Baby G off for his first half day alone at daycare. When I returned to pick him up, I asked how he was doing and got the response every parent dreads: “Not very well.”
Apparently, he broke into a fever around 10 a.m. that was running over a 100 degrees Fahrenheit when I arrived. I was asked to take him home and not to return until he temperature dropped below 100 without the aide of medication. On my way to the doctor’s office that afternoon, I came to the realization our lives were going to be filled with these little episodes. For some reason, it had never really hit me before.
I’m off tending to the little guy today. Momma J was on Baby G watch yesterday. We had planned to get him back to daycare this morning because he temperature had dropped back normal, but he broke out in a rash yesterday afternoon – he’s not allowed to return to daycare until the rash is gone.
Thankfully both of our workplaces are great, and our bosses understand stuff happens when you have kids. Whenever these things happen, I find myself thinking about single parents or couples that don’t have the same luxuries that we do. It must be one heck of a struggle.
The last few days on the homestead have been a little rough. Momma J is coming to the end of her maternity leave (in Canada it’s a year), and I can tell she’s a little sad that she won’t be spending everyday with the little guy.
On the other hand, I think Baby G is going to love daycare. He’s always hated sitting around the house. On weekends we have to get out of the house by noon or he becomes an angry little fella. He also loves other kids. He’s got this thing about stealing their toys and food, which doesn’t reflect well on us as parents, even though we can’t stop him.
In the end, I’m sure it will all work out. I feel daycare is going to do wonders for him. I’ve read kids develop faster around their peers. We’ve actually seen this in action – he started pulling himself up a day after hanging around two of his buddies that have been doing it for a month or so. Soon he’ll be walking and talking, which I’m sure, will make Momma J and I yearn for days gone by.
This article really sums up what it’s like to be a parent. Although I would love to fall into the super parent category – the mellow guy who secretly runs a multinational corporation on the side – I’m not.
I often find myself worrying about things that I have no control over – Baby G’s big head for example. Even though everything seems fine, I still think bad thoughts when he’s tired and dropping his head to the ground because he has run out of steam at the end of the day. I also worry when he wakes up yelling in the middle of the night, even though it’s because he lost his soother or he has gas. And this is only the beginning.
That said, I’m still amazed how wonderful the little guy makes me feel when I walk in the door at the end of the day and he flashes me one of his goofy smiles. It certainly makes all the worry and work worthwhile.
And now it begins.
Baby G discovered that yelling gets him things this week. Today, he lay on the floor yelling/crying up a storm until Momma J took him outside. A few days ago, he yelled when I took a toy out of his hands, which was the first time I noticed he had an opinion.
Up to this point, he’s been pretty quiet and passive, so this new phase is a bit of a surprise for us. In general, he isn’t bad, and to be honest, his yelling/crying is kind of amusing. The only wrinkle it adds to our lives is the fact we’re not really sure what is wrong with him when he decides to exercise his new-found voice – sometimes he has a dirty diaper, sometimes he’s hungry, other times he’s tired and once in a while he’s just plain pissed off. Before it was pretty easy to tell what was up.
We are thinking his increased mobility and the long summer days – not to mention waiting for the first tooth to come through – are making him more prone to staying awake, which in turn is making him a little grumpy and leads to the yelling fits.
For the most part, we are trying to react slowly to his fits to show him that we’re not going to cave in every time he decides he doesn’t like something. However, I must admit, it’s not easy to let him go on, as it shatters the general peacefulness of the house, so we cave a little more than we probably should.