Tabetha has been sick since wednesday. When I picked her up from daycare that afternoon she was a bit warm, and I was informed she'd been really clingy and cuddly all day, which is not her usual behaviour, so I wasn't surprised that thursday she was feverish and miserable.
Now; of COURSE I would rather she were healthy and bouncy and happy. However.
There is something about a sick, clingy baby who doesn't want to play or crawl or wiggle, who just wants to be held and sung to and cradled and nursed that's like a return to the first couple months of her life. (only without the blood loss, stitches, hormones or shellshock!) I have to say, it's a pretty good feeling.
Of course, today she is still feeling unwell but has chosen to express that with a sleep strike. She's been awake for probably around 10 hours, which is NOT normal! Normally she takes about three hours of naps a day, and today none of the magic tricks have worked. Not nursing, not going for a walk in the stroller, not going for a drive, not white noise or even listing to "Cecilia" at top volume on endless repeat.
All she wants to do is play and wiggle and crawl - but she's very cranky and annoying.
Clearly this is my payback for luxuriating in my snuggly baby yesterday and thursday! (though frankly, I thought having her vomit down my shirt was payback enough....)
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