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Apr. 19th, 2007 11:00 amOur spectacular troubles yesterday morning were followed by a very, very long day of whining, crying, coughing, nose-running, general patheticness, and the, uh, incapacitation of two more pairs of pajamas. She napped for a grand total of half an hour and then woke herself with a coughing fit and couldn't get back to sleep, despite her obvious exhaustion.
I grew tenser and tenser as my own bedtime approached, anticipating an awful night. I channeled my anxiety into preparation, loading the diaper bag with two kinds of medicine (Advil and Triaminic, each loaded into an exterior bottle pocket with the appropriate dose-measuring device), two spare sleepers, two crib sheets, a change of clothes for me, an extra pacifier, water, diapers... everything I could think of that I might need to handle a middle-of-the-night sick toddler. I had already piled clean cloth diapers (our standard mop-up tool) next to the rocking chair in her room.
What happened? She slept through from 7:30 to 6:30, and woke up cheerfully demanding apple juice. She ate a decent breakfast. She was a little bit dismayed to discover that yesterday's unlimited-TV policy[1] had been rescinded, but mostly she bounced around playing. As she and Michael chauffeured me to work, she kept up a constant stream of song requests: "How about 'Little Cabin in the Woods?' How about 'Eensy-Weensy Spider'? Alex have a tiny spider."
Behold the two-year-old's amazing powers of recuperation!
( my footnote about TV-watching developed into a lengthy side trip... )
I grew tenser and tenser as my own bedtime approached, anticipating an awful night. I channeled my anxiety into preparation, loading the diaper bag with two kinds of medicine (Advil and Triaminic, each loaded into an exterior bottle pocket with the appropriate dose-measuring device), two spare sleepers, two crib sheets, a change of clothes for me, an extra pacifier, water, diapers... everything I could think of that I might need to handle a middle-of-the-night sick toddler. I had already piled clean cloth diapers (our standard mop-up tool) next to the rocking chair in her room.
What happened? She slept through from 7:30 to 6:30, and woke up cheerfully demanding apple juice. She ate a decent breakfast. She was a little bit dismayed to discover that yesterday's unlimited-TV policy[1] had been rescinded, but mostly she bounced around playing. As she and Michael chauffeured me to work, she kept up a constant stream of song requests: "How about 'Little Cabin in the Woods?' How about 'Eensy-Weensy Spider'? Alex have a tiny spider."
Behold the two-year-old's amazing powers of recuperation!
( my footnote about TV-watching developed into a lengthy side trip... )
