Sick or Treat

My friend Betsy and I have said it time and time again-there's nothing sadder than a sick baby. Max had a fever and we had our first walk down the puke-on-my-parents road (on dad anyway...hahaha). Our weekend was spend cuddling on the couch, watching movies, nursing and napping. Doesn't sound too bad except for the heat radiating off my boy and intermittent crying and moaning. Oh, and the worry. The what if its meningitis or pneumonia or something worry. (Please, other mamas, tell me that eases up with subsequent childhood illnesses).

A highlight was calling Nurse Direct (why do babes get sick on weekends? Why?) and being told to "only breastfeed on one side for 5 minutes every half hour". I spent a short time being disturbed and mildly outraged that that's the advice being doled out by a medical professional and then proceeded to ignore her. I can't imagine denying him nursing when he's sick, especially since it seemed to be all he really wanted to do. It was like having a newborn again. After 2 days he's much better, no fever, no puking, and cruising around jabbering to himself per usual. I credit the constant physical contact with Dave or I, frequent nursing and co-sleeping with his fairly speedy recovery and (in hindsight) mild bout of whatever it was.

Also a highlight, his little snuggly, red-eyed, sweaty-headed, undershirted self on the couch made for some of my favorite photographs: