Confessions

So my friend Tiffany had a very honest blog post today which I appreciated a lot. I had been thinking about posting one myself, but was too wimpy had not had time to do it. I decided to go ahead and post my crappy mom confession of the week.
I am a BAD sick baby mom. You would think that being a nurse would make me better not worse, but you would be wrong. Now, before I whine and carry on complain I want to say that I am so grateful for Avery's health. I can't imagine what life is like for Moms who really have sick kids. I am just being honest about my small world.... Buddy buddy was so sick last week from Wednesday through Sunday.
This picture was Friday while we waited to go to the doctor. He was pitiful. He would not take any naps that day, so we both finally crashed on the couch. I also think it is almost like a confession to post your own picture looking this fabulous.

While I generally felt pretty bad for him, the whimpering about made me loose my mind. All day long for 4 days buddy buddy was always whimpering. Even at night he would be fast asleep and as soon as his motrin wore off he was whimpering again in his sleep.

Avery was so pitiful he even actually laid down on a blanket and watched TV for a few minutes which is SO not him.

I can't complain too much because even sick Avery was too sweet. He gave lots of good sugars and even shared his cooties with me.

I am happy to report that I only missed one day of work and that as an adult I only had to suffer through one night of fever not 4. I have to admit I kind of wanted to whimper, too.

Perhaps most irritating of all, my beloved baby who sleeps until 9 was replaced during the illness with one who wakes up at 7:45 or 8....NOT okay, I LOVE to sleep in!!!

Well, there you have it. Michael is right, unless you weigh less than 5 lbs or are me I am terrible at being sympathetic.