Sick

I don't get sick. Which is to say, of course I get sick, but I stubbornly ignore any symptoms, blame "allergies," and when things get really bad, take some tylenol cold. I never take sick days, I never let myself feel sorry for myself. Who has time to be sick in this life? Not moms, that's for sure. Besides, I was sick enough during pregnancy for a lifetime.

Unfortunately it turns out that denial, while perhaps being a good self-imposed mantra, does not translate well into parenting. Last week when Nory was acting "strange," I blamed teeth, travel, and lack of sleep. She was extra snuggly, extra whiny, and a super fussy eater. After a couple days of this I finally broke down and took her temperature - which was 104 degrees. Oops. Tepid baths, baby tylenol, and several at home days later, she has recovered - and I have learned a good parenting lesson!