It Was Bound To Happen

Sickness has infiltrated our home. I can’t complain because this is the first time, really, this winter. It started with Madeline, who developed a runny nose and then a super high fever. She was panting and had a dry cough (not a croupy cough). It got to over 104 in the middle of the night, so I had to get in a very uncomfortable bath with her to bring her temperature down. We called the doctor, who said there is a virus going around with runny noses and high fevers, but it should be gone within three days. Fingers crossed.

Madeline has been sleeping with us for the past couple of days and I see no earthly reason why this child would want to return to her crib. She gets to sleep in a big bed between her two mommies and when she stirs, both mommies reach out to comfort her with gentle massages and soothing words. What baby in her right mind would walk away from that? I anticipate a difficult return to crib-sleeping.

Avery, in the meantime, is sleeping like a champ all by her lonesome. It makes me sad, with the three of us in one room and Avery all by herself in another. But without Madeline in the room, she sleeps a solid 12, 13 hours a night, waking at a leisurely 6:00 or 6:30, as opposed to Madeline’s much earlier risings.

So far, Avery seems to have dodged the sick bullet. But I am sure that is just an allusion. I am prepared for anything.

On the current events (entertainment-related…I am too tired to talk about the Spitzer mess), is anyone else annoyed at the Lisa Marie Presley thing? That she was forced by the media to defend her fatness by telling the world she is pregnant? And she is pissed. I read somewhere also that she is suing some tabloid because she didn’t want to have to tell the world she was pregnant. And the thing is, she didn’t HAVE to tell, but she couldn’t sit back and let people think she was fat (like that is the worst thing in the world, to be fat). This all is probably not making sense, so let’s just wrap up with I think she is overreacting a bit. That’s just my opinion.

Shouldn’t Lexapro should be taking care of this sort of thought process? Or am I expecting too much from one little pill? I was hoping it would be a bitter-vacuum, and that it would suck away these sort of thoughts. Is this an appropriate thing to be upset about? It isn’t keeping me up at night (that would be the sickly Maddie), but it is obviously bothering me enough to write about.

So I was researching Lexapro last night and discovered Oxycontin. Sign me up! Did you know it can produce feeling of euphoria that can last up to eight hours! Why is this an illegal drug!? I’m kidding—I know this is the Hillbilly Heroin (which seems like such an elist/classist way to describe it) but part of me really does wonder why something like this can’t be packaged in a more user-friendly, over-the-counter sort of way. Because euphoria feels really good. I can totally see how people get hooked on these sort of drugs.

Pictured above, the little trooper, Miss Madeline. Yes, she is shirtless in a bib and in a high chair, eating peas and carrots. She spent the day in her diaper. We did everything we could to keep her body temperature down, which isn’t easy in a NYC apartment/sauna.

* Updated to add: Take that sticker away from Avery. After I posted last night, she woke up and proceeded to stay up for HOURS. She would fall asleep in my arms, and I would put her down and she would cry. This happened three times, over the span of two hours. Nicole came in to give it a go and I went and cuddled with Maddie. It took Nicole another two hours before she went back to bed and stayed in bed. WTF???