Snot and other lovely things

Saul is sick again. Not really sick, he just has a cough and a snotty nose, but still. It seems like he's been constantly ill for the last two months. It's hard on him and it's hard on us.

The Milk Nazis said that if he were breastfed, he would never get sick and he would always be happy and his poop would smell like unicorns and rose petals. I suppose they would say that this is my fault for giving him the occasional bottle of formula. They would also say I am abusing him by doing that, which is why they are the Milk Nazis.

When Saul broke out in his plague, we immediately stopped all antibiotics. Which was great for his spots and all, but left him with the same ear infections that we just can't get rid of. So now we are being sent to an ear/nose/throat specialist to check his hearing. I know they will talk to me about tubes, but I just don't think I can deal with putting my baby under general anesthetic for a procedure whose benefits are pretty sketchy.

I just want us all to be healthy again. I suppose this comes along with him going to daycare. If we didn't deal with it now, we would deal with it when he went to pre-school, or Kindergarten, or whenever he started spending time with large groups of people. The only good thing is that it doesn't seem to bother him much. We really got lucky - he's such an easy baby. Last night, his chest was all raggedy when he breathed, and his nose was dripping snot, but after I nursed him and put him in his crib, he just snuggled up to his boppy and went right to sleep without the slightest protest and when he woke up this morning, he chattered happily at his dinosaur until I came in to get him.

Every time he gets sick, I start to think that I am being selfish by going to work and leaving him at daycare all day. But this morning, when I walked into the infant room, he started his usual routine of pushing against my chest and kicking his legs and straining to get down to the floor. When I let him go, he crawled away without even a glance backwards and headed over to the boxes of toys. And then I feel okay again. He's getting what he needs and I'm getting what I need. And if we have to suffer a few runny noses for it, I guess we'll survive.


Blake said...

You are so funny. And a great mother.

I worried myself SICK over the bottle of formula I had to give Zoe in her first day because my milk hadn't come in yet. I pictured having a sickly baby who never bonded with me because of that bottle, when in hindsight it was the only logical thing to do - she was desperately hungry, and we all needed sleep!

Daycare is in our future sometime in the next few months, and I'm not looking forward to what probably will be a parade of illnesses and adjustments. But it is what needs to happen for her to get some socialization and independence while I do what I need to do - ultimately I hope we are all happier for it.

Steph said...

If it makes you feel any better, I think that day care has been great for Saul, despite all the snotty noses. I was very ambivalent at first, but I see him interacting with lots of other kids and adults, playing with tons of toys that I can't afford, learning to do things faster by watching other kids, and generally figuring out how to navigate his world.

It doesn't make it any easier for me to leave him every morning, but it's worth it.

I'm so glad your move seems to have gone smoothly. I hope the daycare transition does too.