I have recently come to the following conclusions:
You think your first ER visit for your baby will break you down, though of course you fully expected it to be at 12 am. However, you realize that sometimes you forget how long you have come in controlling your emotions and that the tears don't come and you are able to be strong.
You are thankful that at 2am, your daughter is cooperative enough to sit on the stool to get an x-ray so she doesn't have to go in the, what only can be an infant torture chamber device.
Your daughter is awesome and a party in the ER from 11pm-3am doesn't get her down (could also be from all the stickers, popsicles and curiosities watching everyone)
Pneumonia sucks. It really is shitty. Bee and I did not recover from our first round of anti-biotics so on to round two we both go.
You know how unwell your daughter feels when she doesn't want chocolate.
You are using chocolate as a bribe to try and get her to take her pneumonia medicine but you can't blame her because you tasted it and it tastes like shit.
Of course your daughter is so awesome she loves to cough right into your mouth and surprise, surprise, you start to not feel well, the irony!
Having it confirmed that you still have pneumonia is actually a great thing, hope the strong medicine kicks the shit out of it.
It's the perfect time to go off your medication. You know because you are exhausted, physically unwell, counselor is gone for 2 weeks, busy time of year for hubby so you rarely see him, your daughter is sick and your at your breaking point. But you realize that there will never be a "good time" to go off of it because there will always be something.
You've read that acupuncture helps the side effects while going off medication, great excuse to go get poked. That and you are just addicted to needles because they make you feel so good!
As cute as rompers are and as many as I bought last summer for this summer (for Bee) , they are impractical. Bee is potty trained but the girl would probably pee herself by the time she got the romper down, hell I'd probably pee myself by the time I got a romper down. Sending them to others who are not yet potty trained.
Will there ever come a day when I can sneeze/cough without peeing a little.
It sounds like Mexico outside, oh how I'd love to go back and have a re-do. One regret I have is not enjoying myself, though now I can see it and realize I have great memories, even if I didn't feel it at the time.
Your tears do exist, they've just been hindered since October but are starting to come back, especially when you think of the good memories you made in Mexico.
You realize for a brief moment the feeling of happiness, which is then hindered by the excruciating pain you are in from pneumonia.
Pneumonia sucks majorly.
You deserve a god damn massage every single day and may just treat yourself to one a week while you recover.
Through it all you realize that you are beyond blessed with an amazing little girl you get to call her daughter and it makes everything okay. Well, not the fact that we have pneumonia, but she rocks it like it's just a slight scrap on her knee. Which is funny because she gets a bit squeamish when she see she has an owie. But give the girl owies on the inside and she'll skip around the house singing skip, skip, skip to my lou while you are on the couch dying from pneumonia.
How come kids never act like they are sick but as adults, we feel like death? Makes me want to be a kid again.
Speaking of kids, your daughter rocks. What other little girl refuses to stop gardening to go play in the park? She much rather stick her hands in dirt and give herself a dirt bath then go down a slide.
Marble Slab does not have a dairy free option. Being gluten free is far easier than dairy free.
You have a book addiction so much so that you had to buy bigger bookshelves and that one semi empty shelf will be full by the time tomorrows end hits.
3 cats are better than 2.