Infant Illness

This morning I woke up like normal when I heard Nyla starting to stir in her crib. Then Nylabear started cooing and I heard it...the chest congestion. I started crying immediately. My baby is sick. :(

I felt like an awful mother today! I know my angel, my precious, innocent, perfect sweet girl is sick because of me. And that makes me feel awful. But what can I do? Right now, during the summer, I am her primary caretaker, the person she's around the most since Paul is working during the day. It's not practical for me to wear a Hazmat suit while I'm with her. But still, I can't help but feel bad because I know I am the one who got her sick.

I called our nurse today and she just said baby Tylenol and pumping Nyla full of liquids is the best thing to do for her right now...and that I shouldn't worry at all. Every baby goes through this. That did make me feel a little bit better.

All I did today was snuggle with my little one and try to soothe her when she was feeling down. My cousin has been my lifesaver the last two days, coming over to help me with the baby and Okie-doodle, her God-dog. Yes, her God-dog.

Thankfully I started feeling a little better today; nowhere near 100%, but well enough that I wasn't having barf-o-rama like yesterday. (No, it's not morning sickness mother.) Hopefully tomorrow I'll be feeling back to normal.

Here's something I learned though: sick or not, Nyla still likes to barf down my chest. How wonderful of her.