So right after the holidays my daugther came down with the flu. Delirious with fever she would wake up crying. Convinced that it was her surrounding that was the source of her discomfort, she first threw off her covers. Five minutes later she cried that she had no covers so I put them back on. When this didn't work she tossed and turned with fustration until she fell off the bed. She cried, wouldn't let me touch her, and then fell asleep on the floor. Apparently this was an improvement.
I went back to bed and just as I begin to fall asleep I heard the sound of her footsteps fast approaching our bedroom. She let out a yell at the door and then proceeded to wedge her way in between my husband and I. Apparently it was her bedroom that was the problem.
Edged out and exhausted I went to sleep in her bed. Just as I was about drift asleep I again heard the sound of my daughter's footsteps approaching as if she was some kind of 30 second delay shadow of mine. I put her back in her bed, tucked her in and went back to bed.
I actually fell asleep this time only to be awakened by her yelling about how a wolf ate all her pasta. I went to reassure her but to no avail. The only way to calm her down was the physically show her a plate of pasta as proof that 1. there was no wolf. and 2. even if there was a wolf her pasta was safe.
This did calm her down down until she greedily begin eating the pasta until she almost choked.
I took her to the pediatrician the next day and empathesized the delirum and lack of sleep (mine as well). We left with a prescription for acetaminophen and strong acting cough medicine.
Two weeks later my son caught a nasty stomach bug and rapidly lost liquids from almost every orifice of his body, sometimes three at the same time (vomit, diarreha, tears). Seeing your baby hungry but unable to nourish himself is a sad and alarming sight. I went back to the pediatrician and left with a long list of perscriptions and a heartwarm french "courage" as I left. It means energy, strength, heart. I would need it.
Just as he was getting better, I caught his stomach bug.
In France throughout the month of January there is a tradition of eating epiphany cake embedded with a charm inside. It's considered lucky if you get a piece with the charm in it. You also get to wear a paper crown. Not sure if it's due to the paper crown or the fact that French aren't optimistic enough to believe in good luck, but for some reason everyone wants to avoid getting the charm. This means of course when my co workers saw the charm poking out the side of a piece, that piece went to me.
Switch it with the guy next to you whispered the guy on the other side of me. I tried but the guy never took his eye off his piece probably because he's aware of such trickery. It didn't matter anyways since turns out that his piece had a charm in it, too.
Sitting side by side with crowns in our heads, I noticed that although we both got King Louis as our charms his had long hair and mine didn't. Oh mine's the 14th and yours is the 16th he explained. Then he added, yours lost his head.
...
I hope this is not an indication of how 2018 will be.
I went back to bed and just as I begin to fall asleep I heard the sound of her footsteps fast approaching our bedroom. She let out a yell at the door and then proceeded to wedge her way in between my husband and I. Apparently it was her bedroom that was the problem.
Edged out and exhausted I went to sleep in her bed. Just as I was about drift asleep I again heard the sound of my daughter's footsteps approaching as if she was some kind of 30 second delay shadow of mine. I put her back in her bed, tucked her in and went back to bed.
I actually fell asleep this time only to be awakened by her yelling about how a wolf ate all her pasta. I went to reassure her but to no avail. The only way to calm her down was the physically show her a plate of pasta as proof that 1. there was no wolf. and 2. even if there was a wolf her pasta was safe.
This did calm her down down until she greedily begin eating the pasta until she almost choked.
I took her to the pediatrician the next day and empathesized the delirum and lack of sleep (mine as well). We left with a prescription for acetaminophen and strong acting cough medicine.
Two weeks later my son caught a nasty stomach bug and rapidly lost liquids from almost every orifice of his body, sometimes three at the same time (vomit, diarreha, tears). Seeing your baby hungry but unable to nourish himself is a sad and alarming sight. I went back to the pediatrician and left with a long list of perscriptions and a heartwarm french "courage" as I left. It means energy, strength, heart. I would need it.
Just as he was getting better, I caught his stomach bug.
In France throughout the month of January there is a tradition of eating epiphany cake embedded with a charm inside. It's considered lucky if you get a piece with the charm in it. You also get to wear a paper crown. Not sure if it's due to the paper crown or the fact that French aren't optimistic enough to believe in good luck, but for some reason everyone wants to avoid getting the charm. This means of course when my co workers saw the charm poking out the side of a piece, that piece went to me.
Switch it with the guy next to you whispered the guy on the other side of me. I tried but the guy never took his eye off his piece probably because he's aware of such trickery. It didn't matter anyways since turns out that his piece had a charm in it, too.
Sitting side by side with crowns in our heads, I noticed that although we both got King Louis as our charms his had long hair and mine didn't. Oh mine's the 14th and yours is the 16th he explained. Then he added, yours lost his head.
...
I hope this is not an indication of how 2018 will be.
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