What did we do before blogging? I mean who did we tell all of this stuff too? And why is it we can write our innermost feelings for all to read? Well, maybe not all our innermost:o)
Here's my thoughts/self-pity-party/questions for today. When we (military wives) married our husbands, I think they should have put in there, right after the in sickness and in health part, "and do you, insert your name agree to be a single parent for half of your marriage while you husband is off fighting wars or training in states across the country?" At least then I might have really realized what I was getting myself into. Before I say this let me just say I do not think we have it any harder than civilian mothers, we're just different. But I think as military wives, we should be allowed to complain a little bit more every now and then. Which leads me into my story.......
Shawn left last Thursday and Caleb was fussy and pulling on his ears. I take him to the dr. on Friday and he does have fluid on them, but they're not infected. Saturday morning, crying. We decide to go boating which turns out to be a great time. Sunday, church. Monday, park, which turns into Caleb having a temperature of 103....I think he's just overheated from the hot day and by the end of the night it's only 101.3. Tuesday, 101.7 and cuddly. Wednesday, no fever and seems much better so we go with it. Thursday, screaming all day long, doesn't want to be held, or played with or laid down. Yesterday, we go to the dr. to make sure he's not sick. Of course not, that would be too easy. Does have the sniffles though and doc thinks his ears may just be clogged up from a cold, prescribes some Benedryl. Goes to bed great last night, wakes up at 3. I check on him and go back to bed. Still crying. I feed him at 3:30 and go back to bed. 5am, crying again. I check on him and go back to bed. Repeat for the next 45 minutes. Finally I try sleeping with him, he obviously doesn't want that either because he just screams until 6:30 when I try feeding him again and he instantly falls asleep....that is until I move. Switch sides and he falls asleep again, this time he sleeps until 7:20 and now we're up for the day. He decides he needs to poop and I'm thinking this may be his problem. I change his diaper and I am faced with something new (this may be too much info, but that's what the blog is for:o). A cow patty! Literally! A flattened, round, black cow patty. Why would my kid be pooping something like this? Whatever, he seems to be happy now. I feed him his real food and after 3tbsps of cereal mixed with prunes, he's crying again. Is he still hungry? I feed him the rest of the tub of prunes and he's eating it like there's no tomorrow. How much food is a baby supposed to eat? It's all gone and he's crying like he wants more. I don't know if I should give him anymore, so we're going to try a change of scenery. He's walking outside in his walker and I'm obviously blogging. This is when I realize.......We still have another week until Shawn comes home and we're out of coffee.
Rocky Mountain National Park was just a few miles from our hotel, so if you needed to find us, that's pretty much where we would have been. The park was great and we only hiked a few trails (this mom is out of shape...not to mention the altitude). We were pretty lucky on our wildlife viewing. We saw a fox, marmot, deer, elk, moose, big horned sheep, and a bear cub.
Then again, maybe he just misses his dad.
I wonder what the rest of the week holds.
