Zeph has had croup for the last week. If you're ever unsure just how long a week is, take care of a baby with croup. The first few days were all cuddles and naps, the last few days have been all crank and fits.
Croup has brought back the midnight (read: 3am) feeding and I indulge because he hasn't been eating or drinking enough during the day--in fact I'm pretty sure Zeph learned to arch his back (away from a bottle or spoon), shake his head emphatically, and block his mouth with his tongue all this week. Brilliant, my child is.
So with the second round of midnight feedings--absent the euphoric hormones--I'm noticing someone is sleeping right through all the crying (not mentioning who, exactly, is doing the crying...as it's usually a toss up).
Last night, however, after Zeph had been crying for 20 minutes I finally went to rescue him. Zeph cried until I pushed "start" on the microwave, and like magic, he stopped. Then from the other room, muffled by the whir of the glowing microwave, I hear a voice from our bedroom that I could have sworn said, "I'll help."
I pause the microwave and say, "What did you say, Joe Dear?" (Because when stress is high and sleep is low our sweetest dispositions come out and I become "Darling," and he becomes "Joe Dear.")
Dear repeats himself, "Pavlov."
*Joe Dear insists I say some creative liscence was taken during the writing of this blog. But that would be lying. Silly Joe Dear.
6 comments:
Hahaha I love it.
Oh Ande, still?? How very funny. I am going to try adding a 'dear' to my loved ones and see if that helps.
Unfortunately all I can say is, "hear, hear!" 😉
Laugh out loud funny to read. Not to live. Sorry about that. I love that e-card. That right there is truth.
I also like the evolution of the post title (they showed up in my reader). I love when you blog.
Perhaps your best post yet. Croup is crap---sorry you're having to deal with it. Tell Joe Dear I said hi.
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