Twenty-nineteen is off to a not-so-fabulous start in our house. My son has been sick. My husband has been sick. As I write this, I’m home sick from work.
The entire month of January has been a complete wash because my once strong immune system has fallen victim to baby germs. Instead of prepping the nursery or planning a baby shower, I should’ve spent months leading up to his birth building up my immune system. This shit is cray!
I managed to get a cold and conjunctivitis at the same time! In fairness to my son, my husband brought home conjunctivitis, but still.
A co-worker and fellow mom told me this week to prepare to feel ‘just icky’ for the next five years. Why is this not in any of the parenting books?!? Why was there no mental preparation for your cute, sweet bundle of love bringing every illness into your house? It wasn’t enough that they gave us cankles, and sciatica, and used us as a toilet bowl for nine months. Based on my achy neck, stuffy nose, and recently recovered eyeballs, apparently not.
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