Kirsten came home with a nasty flu bug on Monday and she’s been spreading it around like the Ebola virus. The moment she started sniffling, I tried to keep Finn away from her but she’s fiercely possessive about her little brother.
I told her she wasn’t supposed to kiss him or touch him or breathe near him until she got better, which prompted a complete meltdown.
“I just…*sob* want to…*sob* kiss baby Finn…*more sobbing* because I love him so much,” as she melted into the floor.
“Ok, drama queen. I know you love baby Finn, which is why you can’t go near him because you’ll make him sick.”
“But I…need to sayang him…*sob* promise, just one time only.”
“You can blow him a flying kiss from across the room, sweetheart. Baby Finn misses you too.”
Despite our best efforts to keep him isolated, my 9-day-old has also caught the flu bug. Just as the husband and I came down with it as well. I think it would be an understatement to say that the madness around here has multiplied exponentially.
It’s heartbreaking when newborns fall ill because they’re so small and vulnerable. The poor boy’s nose is all clogged up and he can’t breathe so he spends whatever time he’s not crying making awful grunting and snorting noises. And because he can’t breathe, he struggles at every feed, gasping for air in between gulps of milk.
There isn’t much I can do to make him feel better, except carry him to keep him upright and offer my boobs for comfort. Well, at least the boobs seem to calm him down. He suckles for a few minutes, then falls asleep so I pat him on my shoulder to help him breathe.
Like Lionel Ritchie, all night long.
I feel like I’m going to pass out from exhaustion.
After his feed at like 3-ish last night, he had a particularly bad screaming fit. Every position I tried carrying him in didn’t seem comfortable. 20 minutes in, his face was all red and blotchy from all that yelling. He was grabbing my shirt with one of his tiny fists and he suddenly stopped and opened his eyes to look at me. Then he slowly closed them back and drifted off to sleep. After that, he slept for the next 4 hours. And so did I.
That’s 4 whole hours. 240 minutes. I haven’t slept for 4 hours straight since he was born.
Honestly, best. sleep. ever.