Before Baby MPB, I wrote about how much I hated hotels when I was away for work, how I went through our second miscarriage in a hotel hundreds of miles away from Mr. MPB, how I never sleep well in hotels, etc.
With the arrival of Baby MPB, and working basically full-time, I managed to do the last year of work without staying in a single hotel over night for work. Which was basically a small miracle.
But today it’s different – I am in a hotel by myself knowing I have a sick baby at home (thankfully with his amazing dad).
And, not that this should surprise anyone, with Baby MPB and Mr. MPB at home while I am in a hotel alone, just isn’t fun. I still don’t love staying in hotels alone for work. While I’ve been away from Baby MPB before when I spent a night in the hospital for surgery, hotels are just lonely and I’m fully conscious to be aware of the loneliness. I assume I will still struggle to sleep – it’s eerily quiet without Baby MPB in the next room or Mr. MPB’s snoring (funny how I miss something like snoring, when I hate it so much when I’m home).
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But, even though I’m surprised to admit this, I will – I’m also slightly hopeful that I get some good sleep tonight. The fact is, I’m exhausted. So hopefully my sick body just collapses into this bed and sleeps for 8+ solid hours. Mr. MPB will have to deal with whatever the sick Baby MPB throws at him, and I will hopefully use tonight to just sleep and maybe even start to feel better. And, if I don’t sleep well, I’m excited to at least have sole control of the tv remote to binge on home reno and cooking shows that we don’t get since we cut our cable a few years ago.
And, honestly, regardless of how I may feel about spending my night here, I really don’t have a choice but to spend the night. Even if I wanted to drive home, it’s simply not safe due to a winter storm that’s blowing outside. I am staying where I am safe, and my family is staying where they are safe. And honestly, that’s what matters the most right now.
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3 things have happened in the last 24 hours.
- I used the Nose Frida for the first time. As Mr. MPB held Baby MPB, I took the role of Nose Frida sucker. I gagged and nearly puked. Now, 24 hours later, I am basically a Nose Frida sucker expert and can even do it without Mr. MPB’s help. It still grosses me out, but such is life, I guess.
- I held Baby MPB down while the doctor did a throat swab. Baby MPB was rather upset about this experience. But the doctor was pretty quick and efficient, so it didn’t last too long.
- Mr. MPB gave Baby MPB a Tylenol suppository (I deemed that task a daddy task). Baby MPB now pukes every single time we give him baby Tylenol/Advil the regular way and refuses any bottle that is laced with baby Tylenol/Advil, so suppositories are now a basic requirement.
Baby MPB has had fevers in the past. But, this is his first cold. And, I realize cold’s aren’t typically a big deal, but being slightly over cautious I clearly took him to the doctor after a few days of no improvement. The doctor is fairly confident it’s a virus, but did a throat swab to be sure as his throat is bright red. We also discussed the rash that is on his cheeks and his hands (but not on his feet or in his mouth, which basically rules out Hand, Foot & Mouth Disease). The doctor is also confident it’s not chicken pox.
So basically, if the swab comes back negative (which we expect it will) all we do is keep him hydrated and away from all other little kidlets until the virus clears up. Unless it gets worse, in which case we go straight back to the doctor.
Oh, and I’m sick again too. Fun times over here in the MPB household…
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