Yesterday was one of those days that no one got a gold star for. It is one of those days that was horrible to live through but will make for a good story down the road. All week Owen has been battling a nasty cold full of a constant runny nose, a horrible wet cough, I suspect a sore throat and is still working on getting his four molars in all at once (talk about bad luck). I have basically been giving him constant doses of ibuprofen to help get him through this bout of the sickies ... however it looks like I dropped the ball yesterday afternoon and Owen won't ever let me forget it.
Owen had a tough time falling asleep for his nap yesterday, which is really nothing new but with his cold I really wanted to make sure he got some rest. So after a good hour in his crib he finally gave into the nap fairies and fell asleep. Forty-five minutes into his nap he woke up crying. I left him in his crib and after a couple of minutes he fell back asleep. About an hour later he woke up again but this time he was screaming. I went into get him and for the next 45 minutes he screamed and cried and just couldn't be consoled. I would pick him up and he would try to get down. I would put him down and he would just melt into a crying puddle. I was at a loss and didn't know what to do. I tried his binki, mickey, bottle, sippy cup of water, snacks, veggies ... NOTHING worked. Finally my head felt like it was about to fall off and I needed to regroup in order to be the best mom I could. I put Owen back in his crib, where we all know he feels safe and loves very much, so I could reassess the situation and come up with a new game plan. 5 long minutes later there was silence from his crib ... he wasn't sleeping, but after almost a full hour of screaming he had calmed down. I gave him 20 minutes of quiet time in his crib and when he started to get up and climb around, I decided to go and get him again. He was happy to see me, but that was very short lived. As soon as we left his room the screaming started again.
Now during my down time I figured out that Owen's last dose of ibuprofen had worn off and I needed to figure out how to give him more. He was inconsolable, so trying to get him to just take it on his own was out of the question. I ended up putting him in his highchair -- which only escalated the screaming but at least held him down so I could have both of my hands free -- and when he would open his mouth I would squirt small amounts of medicine in his mouth until I got the whole dose in his mouth. The screaming didn't stop once I lifted him out of his highchair and out of pure desperation I went down our stairs to get some fresh air hoping this would calm Owen down. As soon as we stepped outside he stopped crying. We stood in the yard for a few minutes and he seemed to be ok. I tried to go back upstairs to grab our shoes but no dice... Owen started to scream again and now everyone enjoying the beautiful weather on our street started to stare. So what did I do? I walked over to the park with Owen on my hip and barefoot. Luckily Lexi was already at the park with Eric, otherwise I am not sure what I would have done. As we walked over I could feel Owen start to relax. Thankfully the park is only 2 streets away. We sat in the grass and all of the doggies started to show up and I tell you ... about 15 minutes into our little adventure and my little Owen was back to himself. Yes we were both barefoot and very disheveled, but hey, we were both okay. Owen was watching the doggies play and started running along with them barefoot and all.
Looking back at it now, I could have done many things differently but the whole story does make me giggle just a little... the things we do when we are pushed to our limits... Happy Friday
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