Some people only a block away from my house today have the energy to run a marathon. If I had gotten any sleep last night, I might have a similar batch of energy. (Okay, okay, so that isn't exactly true. We all know that I am far, far, from anything even remotely resembling marathon material.)
Judging by the amount of sleeping he didn't do, the amount of screaming he did do, the waterfall of mucous and boogers cascading out of his nose, and the inordinate amount of snorting noises being made by his apparently clogged nasal passageway, I'd say our little boy has himself a bit of a cold.
At about 4:00 in the morning, after Garrett had been awake, uncomfortable and upset since we first attempted to put him to bed around 8:30, we decided it would be best for everyone -- Garrett so that he could recuperate, and us because we were more like frazzled zombies than put-together humans -- that we stay home from church today. We made last minute arrangements for someone else to take charge of nursery for the day and stayed in.
Even though I've always been one to feel extraordinarily guilty for staying home from someplace I know I should be, I think in the end it was best we stayed home. Thanks to a bit of Tylenol, the humidifier, a nice bath, and some much needed sleep, Garrett is feeling much better and Blake and I were able to catch up on a bit of lost sleep. Staying home also gave us a chance (while simultaneously easing my skipping church guilt trip) to listen to some of the Sunday morning session of General Conference, which we missed in its first run because we were on a train.
Apparently the winner of the New York Marathon, Paula Radcliffe, is the new mother of a 10-month-old baby girl. I wonder what her tricks were for getting through the sick days.
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Lindsay, I love your blog. Ah, the sick days. I hate them. As for tricks, it sounds like you did them all. The best formula is the tylenol, bath, humidifier, and mommy's arms. Good luck tonight.
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as for the mommy marathon runner with the 10 month old, hey if she can do it, more power to her, that and I bet she's in great shape, I'm jealous!
Maybe she has a nanny, or maybe she just needs less sleep than most people. Or maybe she's just like the rest of us. I guess we could give her the benefit of the doubt.
I still feel guilty when we miss church - even when our kids are running a fever of 104 degrees - I somehow feel like we should still be there. Haha!
I'm sorry Garrett is sick. Poor guy. And I've read that women run their fastest and best times after having children because of the increased lung capacity they have to have while carrying a baby. Interesting, eh?
I think it's harder to make a sick baby comfortable and remain sane than it is to run a marathon, personally :)
I hope the babe's congestion gets better soon, for all of your sakes.
I know it's bad, but I sometimes think it's nice to be too sick to go to church. I feel slightly guilty about it, but it's nice nonetheless.
Poor Garrett. It's no fun to have your head full of snot. Being snuggled helps, though.
I admire people who run and stuff. From my couch.
There is nothing... and I mean nothing worse than a baby who is sick. Hope baby garrett is better soon. And I understand the stay home from church guilt. I stayed home yesterday cause my oldest has the flu... we did enjoy some byu tv... and we also read several chapters of harry potter. Not church related, but it's normally harder to do because his crazy brother and sister are always around... it was nice to spend some time with just him... even though we were playing hookie from church to do it.
Wow. A marathon with a ten month old. I was feeling pretty good about the four miles I ran the other day. Guess I should set bigger goals?
Poor Garrett! I can't help but assume that his sickness is a result of our Union Square outing! I feel so bad. I hope he gets better soon. Don't worry - you didn't miss anything at church. :) We helped out in the nursery, which was actually quite fun. Hazel was a crack up, I couldn't stop laughing at her. Tell Garrett that we are so sorry that he is MIA!
Wow, I have no idea what it's like to have a baby, or run a marathon, but both sound pretty tough. My sisters are that same type - my younger sister had her baby last year on Dec. 2, and then did a sprint triathlon in March four months later! She convinced me to do it with her, and I was struggling to keep up.
I hope Garrett feels better soon. Sick babies are definitely not happy babies.
We've had that same stuff around here. I think we caught it from Amy in SD. I hope we didn't give it to baby Garrett ;)
The girls 'aawww'ed and 'sooooo cute'ed forever over Garrett the Carrot. He's getting so big!
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