Don’t leave home without it.
Did you know that GERD, and the resulting occasional gas can be exaserbated by stress and anxiety? And that said gas can make one think it’s one’s heart? And that taking malox relieves said gas, and thus, the “symptoms?” I’m just sayin’…
So the stress:
-Malka’s daycare situation is getting better, truly. She still cries and is the loudest one there in terms of screaming, but today she came home with not one, but TWO presents for her mommies! 1) Ba ba ba ba and 2) Daycare germs. And a cough. Which FREAKED us out – it sounded awful. We called the doctor for the first time in ages, and she was so wonderful with me on the phone, and reassured us that yes, it’s a daycare cold, but as long as she’s happy between the coughing fits (which she is) and there’s no fever (just slightly elevated, at 99.9) that she should be fine. She suggested to elevate the head of her bed, so the learning by osmosis has begun, as she now has the Riverside Shakespeare and The Professional Chef under her mattress. We also removed her bumper. Her crib at daycare doens’t have one, nor did the one we used in Portland, and she was fine. And it’s WAY easier to change the crib sheet with that thing gone.
-Mom – the quick version is that I’m now helping her out financially. I’m taking over her rent payments. There’s a whole bunch more stuff there in between the lines, but I honestly do not feel comfortable writing about it on the internet. I just don’t know who reads this, and I’d rather keep that part private. But I can share that it now makes me part of the “sandwich” generation – kids who are taking care of their own parents and their own children at the same time. I secretly kind of hoped it would be later, but that’s OK.
-New Job / Old Job – LOVE the new job – it’s just stressful in the fact that it’s a new job, and there’s a lot to learn. Old job – they called and asked me to come in and help train my replacement… It’s the right thing to do, so I said yes.
-Stupid Stranger comments: if ONE more random person comes us to us and says how chunky or FAT Malka is, I’ll scream! She’s PERFECT just the way she is! TRUST us, people, with all of the body image issues in our house, and my eating disorder history, and my organic cooking self, she’ll be FINE! She’s a BABY.
There’s more, sure, but I just thought I’d give a quick update. I’m sorry that I’ve not been reading many blogs lately, but once I get out of the transition phase of the new job, and once we are more in the swing of things with daycare (or actually, with getting out of the house in the morning – OY! That sitcom is an entirely different post…) I’ll be able to comment more.
But for now, please accept my apoligies, as I go off to bed. at 10:15pm. (I could actually go to bed at 9pm, but there’s too much exciting tv to miss out on)!