Down with the Sickness

So the baby is sick. This is the first time she has been sick in her 7 months of life, so I guess we should count ourselves lucky. However, after a night of no sleep, lucky is one of the last things I'm feeling today.

I knew this day would eventually come, I just imagined it would happen differently. See, I had visions of a lethargic, snuggly, clingy baby, who I could sit and rock all night and she would peacefully drift off in the arms of her mama as I did MY hardest to nurse her back to health. Yeah, not so much.

Here's the deal. She can't breathe out of her nose, which angers her greatly. She is clinging to me, but has to be in near constant motion or screaming will commence...loud, continuous, shrill awfulness. So the last 18 ish hours have gone something like this. While frantically rocking in a chair or pacing the house with the baby in an upright position, she screams into my ears, repeatedly bangs her head against my shoulder and pounds her little fists into me in fits of rage. Sleep has been scarce and occurs in 15-20 minute increments. Unfortunately her brain is not developed enough to know that her hearty crying is actually producing MORE snot and making the congestion WORSE. I lay her down to suck out her nose with the Nose Frida snot sucker, while she claws at me in protest and starts screaming like a terrified wild banshee as soon as she sees the tube heading for her nose. I pick her up to console her from the great injustice just performed and she sneezes giant globs of snot into my neck. Yes, my neck is sticky, tight and slimy and I would love a shower. I set her down so that I can have two minutes to pee and she continues to scream. I pick her up. I contemplate getting in my car and driving off of a bridge (sans baby). I get a cup of coffee instead. REPEAT.

She has been sleeping for the last hour, but my blasted phone rang and woke her.

good times, good times.