So sometimes when Emma is upset screaming bloody
murder, we play classical music to soothe her soul. In fact, we usually
play classical when she's in the car on the way to and from school. I
figure it's the one thing we can do to culturalize her. However,
sometimes we break out Wiz Khalifa and blast it. And she actually stops
crying.
No amount of Black and Yellow could combat what occurred this weekend. I think Emma had a pounding fever on Saturday, but we weren't at home, with our thermometer, so we guessed by the warmth of her little head that there was a problem. She didn't eat well all day and once we got to the night portion of our routine, she was just almost beside herself. She was having a sleepover at Grandmommy's, along with Gracie. Poor Grandmommy. We bolted out of the house (with not a damn thing to do but go home and watch Star Trek), but apparently as soon as we did, Emma started screaming. Full on wake the neighbors, someone might be killing me, screaming. David's mom and brother were left to try to get the kid back to bed, but the screaming wouldn't stop. Gracie panicked and peed all over the chair, leaving the two of them to wonder who did THAT. Emma got herself so worked up that she puked her sweet potatoes EVERYWHERE. At one point, Donald thought Emma was sweating and his mom replied "no, that's vomit, Donald." I walked into the living room and Donald was standing there in front of the muted tv, white as a ghost, with a blank look on his face. David said this would cure him from wanting kids for sure.
I'm sure that we'll get the parents of the year award for ditching our sick kid like that, but really, we had no idea since she was asleep when we left. So we drive back to collect the infirmed baby (who smells like puke and is still whiny) at 11:30 at night. After that point, it has been constant whining, not eating well, not sleeping, crying, screaming, kicking....and that's just what I was doing.
Suffice to say, I think Emma has something going on and she's going to the doctor to figure out what. I kindly reminded them when I made the appointment that one of us, doesn't matter who, needs drugs. Great way to spend her 10 month old birthday. Happy Birthday Emma, I hope you feel better poor girl!!!!!
No amount of Black and Yellow could combat what occurred this weekend. I think Emma had a pounding fever on Saturday, but we weren't at home, with our thermometer, so we guessed by the warmth of her little head that there was a problem. She didn't eat well all day and once we got to the night portion of our routine, she was just almost beside herself. She was having a sleepover at Grandmommy's, along with Gracie. Poor Grandmommy. We bolted out of the house (with not a damn thing to do but go home and watch Star Trek), but apparently as soon as we did, Emma started screaming. Full on wake the neighbors, someone might be killing me, screaming. David's mom and brother were left to try to get the kid back to bed, but the screaming wouldn't stop. Gracie panicked and peed all over the chair, leaving the two of them to wonder who did THAT. Emma got herself so worked up that she puked her sweet potatoes EVERYWHERE. At one point, Donald thought Emma was sweating and his mom replied "no, that's vomit, Donald." I walked into the living room and Donald was standing there in front of the muted tv, white as a ghost, with a blank look on his face. David said this would cure him from wanting kids for sure.
I'm sure that we'll get the parents of the year award for ditching our sick kid like that, but really, we had no idea since she was asleep when we left. So we drive back to collect the infirmed baby (who smells like puke and is still whiny) at 11:30 at night. After that point, it has been constant whining, not eating well, not sleeping, crying, screaming, kicking....and that's just what I was doing.
Suffice to say, I think Emma has something going on and she's going to the doctor to figure out what. I kindly reminded them when I made the appointment that one of us, doesn't matter who, needs drugs. Great way to spend her 10 month old birthday. Happy Birthday Emma, I hope you feel better poor girl!!!!!
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