I don’t know who to blame for the maladies which have overcome this household. Possibly Jeremy- he didn’t shave the entire month of November, so it wouldn’t surprise me one bit if there had been a brothel of nasty germs hanging out in his beard, ready to infect our household. Or Camila, my sweet girl, who just had to run her sticky hands over every single surface inside our doctor’s office when she went there not once, but twice for blood draws (darn those tiny veins!).
The point is, I pride myself on a very clean, very disinfected house. It’s literally been since February 2008 since I’ve last been sick (I’m honestly not keeping close track; I’m just great with dates… I could tell you to the exact day, but that’d just freak you out)! But here we are.
Jeremy was pathetic last weekend. Just a sad, sorry mess of sniffles and naps. And broken promises to rake the leaves (no use now; they’re buried under a sheet of snow), but I forgave him. He’s kind of cute when he’s useless.
But Camila, poor thing. No parent likes to see their child sick, but… she was SO cuddly. And snuggly. And did I mention how much she cuddled? Sure, she was also snotty and sounded like a garbage disposal while sucking her milk through a straw, but oh the snuggles! If it weren’t for that, I would have just chalked the runny nose up to teething because, lo and behold, a third tooth on the bottom appeared after it all passed. NO idea it was even breaking through.
<—- This does NOT happen when she’s healthy. Healthy Mila looks more like the Tasmanian Devil.
I’ve actually only been like 50% sick, which I guess is pretty good. I think this is as bad as I’ll get- just an incessantly runny nose, a weird backache, and a desire to take all the naps ever. I average about eight naps a year, so to have taken five in the last six days is maxing my quota.
In case you were wondering, my secret is chocolate cream pie (this will do in a pinch), a tiny splash each of Bragg’s apple cider vinegar and lemon juice mixed with warm water first thing in the morning, a mild dose of whining/complaining to whoever will listen with even a modicum of sympathy (hi, mom), and plenty of hand washing with a great-smelling hand soap.
Also, if you have spent an entire night blowing your nose into a hoodie, do NOT leave it on the bed for me to unwittingly put on in the morning.
It was a fairly uneventful Tuesday. As the day approached, I tried not to make too big a deal of it because I could feel myself getting all weepy inside. I kept asking Jeremy why he wasn’t looking like he was in mourning, but he kept giving me weird looks and saying Camila as a toddler will be awesome. “But we won’t have a baaaabyyyy anymore,” I kept protesting.
Turns out, Camila acted like the biggest ever baby on her birthday, in the sweetest ever ways. She was just a babydoll the entire day, right up until bedtime when she actually let me rock her to sleep for the first time since she was a nursing newborn. My heart was absolutely soaring.
She slept in, awoke with smiles when I turned on her nursery light, loved playing with the ruffles of her birthday tutu when I got her dressed. We went to baby group and were showered with well wishes and congratulations (plenty of them from mothers who had just had babies and couldn’t believe the difference a year makes in an infant’s life). I was so proud of my little girl’s big milestone that we didn’t straight home; we ran a couple errands and I got myself a flu shot while Camila watched, mesmerized (she does that same thing at her own appointments).
Jeremy came home with one last surprise birthday present: memberships to the Children’s Museum. We are going to try sticking to the “want, need, wear, read” gift giving practice for Camila, but I see nothing wrong with adding in some “experience” presents, too!
Grammy came over with more presents, too: a drum set from B. Toys (very recommended for the 1+ set), red Minnetonka moccasins, fleece pajamas, and a 60 piece foam magnet set picturing objects from A-Z. I love the last item especially- there are plenty of alphabet letter magnets, but this set will encourage endless creativity while learning.
Then we read her birthday book, “On the Night You Were Born” by Nancy Tillman, together while I help back tears.
And we played with her owl lovie, who she been the only little friend in her crib since the beginning.
And then she drank her bedtime sippy while I caressed her hair and her cheeks.
And after all of that cuddly goodness, she started falling asleep in my lap as I rubbed her back and sang to her all the lullabies I knew.
And she got a brief second wind during her diaper and pajama change- just long enough to play the smile game with her sleepy eyes and toothy grins. Perfect.
And at 11:28pm on November 19, 2013, our baby girl officially turned one year old. Happy birthday, Camila Rose. Mama and Dada love you so much.