Today it's -20 in Halifax.
No, not Antarctica. Halifax.
Miley is sick with croup. She woke up Thursday morning with a fever over 101, and a barking cough. She sounds terrible, and she is miserable. There has been a lot of holding, rocking, fresh air, homemade bathroom saunas, humidifiers, popsicles, soup, and children's tylenol at our house the past few days.
Poor Mi Mi. She's so sick.
Luckily in Canada we have the 811 hotline. It's a nursing service available 24/7 we can call with any questions or concerns, and the nurse will tell you what to do. I love it. I call it all the time. With two little ones there is always a reason to call. And, of course my neighbor Jaclyn who is a walking encyclopedia of motherhood, and is ALWAYS there to help me when I need her. Day or night. We love Jaclyn.
We saw the doctor on Friday morning and she told us it is best to expose Miley to cold air. She said to open up her bedroom window, or bundle her up and take her outside.
So, afternoon sleigh rides it is.
Dr.'s orders.
Sometimes I wish the 811 Nurse hotline could help me organize Scotlin's daytime sleep. He won't usually nap longer than 40 minutes at a time. Resulting in 4-5 catnaps during the day and a super early bedtime. Instead of 3 solid naps a day and a regularly early bedtime. Sometimes it takes me 40 minutes to get him to sleep, so when he wakes up shortly there after I'm just thinking "are you serious?" I really should not complain. He is an absolute angel baby. He is so easy and delightful. I would not really mind that he takes brief naps if he woke up well rested. The problem for all of us is he acts pretty sleepy after just waking up, and it always leaves me wondering when I should try to feed him again. The strange thing is he sleeps really well at night. His nighttime patterns are predictable and routine. I should be grateful his daytime sleep is unorganized rather than his nighttime sleep.
I asked the Doc when we took Miley in if she could explain it to me and she said it's an actual condition where the baby is simple termed "Wakeful." I had to smile when she joked and said it should be titled "My baby won't sleep during the day, and I'm going crazy..." instead.
I don't feel like I'm going crazy, but the sympathy was nice.
The good news is the Doc says his sleep patterns should organize by six to eight months, and that is completely fine with me. All I want is a happy baby.
Has anyone out there ever dealt with this before? ( just FYI, this is different than what some call the '45 minute intruder').
It's the weekend, so Justin is home. I always love it when he's here. I love the extra help, and I can tell the kids are happy to have him here. Every morning Miley will ask "Da Da? Da Da?" and I'll tell her "Daddy go to school..." she'll respond "Daddy kool"? and I'll say "Yep., Daddy's cool." When Just is here Scotlin will just stare at him and study his face. He always gives his dad big smiles just for looking his direction.
He is so loved.
Sometimes I feel bad for him because he has such a demanding day to day schedule, I would like it if he could just be home on the weekends and relax, but unfortunately, being a member of our household just doubles the exhaustion.
Now here we are with the weekend almost finished. It all just goes too fast.




