Last Friday, Layla was sick. Sick as in the throwing up all over her dad when he’s carrying her because she doesn’t want to move kind of sick. It wasn’t pleasant, but luckily grandma was available to take care of her so we dropped her at her grandma’s and she stayed there with Tamie overnight.
Saturday, she seemed better and we did our shopping thing (Costco this time — saved a bunch of money by buying 20000yen in bulk products?!). At dinner, she opened her mouth and spit out a piece of vegetable she was eating… only to be followed by the rest of the dinner she’d eaten prior. Not missing a beat, though, the kid looked up, said she exploded, apologized and then asked for ice cream as we (and the restaurant waitresses) scrambled to clean up the hot mess.
The reason I bring this up? All week she’s been coughing like crazy – it sounds like we are living with some kind of seal barking through the night. Tamie seems to have caught whatever it is she has. So far, I’ve been lucky. But today, our luck ran out. She had a fever. Anything past 37.5 and the daycare won’t accept her. The poor kid’s was up at 38.6 when we checked this morning!
So, with grandma unavailable and Tamie taking the last turn in the game of who takes care of the sick baby, it fell on my broad shoulders to stay home with the coughing bundle of joy. And joy we had…
Actually, it wasn’t so bad in that Layla slept most of the day. The only thing was that she slept on me. I did try to lay her down once on her futon but not five minutes after I finally got her back asleep did her cough return and she woke up crying, running over and climbing up into my lap before falling back asleep. I’m not complaining – makes me feel like she actually needs me for something other than to carry her… kind of. It just makes it hard to actually accomplish anything other than watching the same 30 minute Thomas the Tank Engine DVD. Over and over. And over again.
We did go out for a little while to get some fresh air and some food, but despite her shopping instincts of buy everything, she didn’t want to actually eat anything. Luckily, with ice cream, I can convince her to do almost anything.
Eventually, she went to bed and I was able to write a blog entry.
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