It’s my birthday today. I’m sitting downstairs in our study at 1am typing this.
This is not a normal birthday. A normal birthday for me would be Fatty throwing a surprise party for me with all my friends and family in attendance. He does this every year but this year I told him no need this year! Not really a surprise anymore hahaha.
This year I’m content to spend it with my Fatty and my Fighter, with just a quiet (Japanese) dinner. And then later some dinners/teas with my parents and other friends. 😀
Kind of regret not planning anything special for tomorrow though. I don’t wanna just sit at my computer and do work!!! Fatty suggested a full day of pampering but …it’s Monday and 76style and my nail technician are both off wtf. Also I dunno where to go for a spa/massage and I don’t wanna go alone anyway since all my friends are at work.
Which is just as well because Fighter’s sick! *insert anguished face
No fever but down with a cough and a runny alternately blocked nose which frustrates him because he can’t drink his milk without suffocating himself. So he pulls off the bottle/nipple and screams. T_______T Then when he screams, he starts coughing which makes him cry more. It’s a vicious cycle.
It’s been a very exhausting few days for us but I can’t even imagine what Fighter is going through. He probably doesn’t know why he’s coughing or his nose is blocked and all he can do is cry and I can’t even help him. T____T He cried for 10 minutes straight on Friday which scared the hell out of me so I rushed him to the pediatrician. Ped assured me there’s nothing to worry about besides a little virus but I’ve tried everything I know to ease his symptoms but nothing works completely.
Saline spray/drops. Check.
Decongestant spray. Check.
Nasal aspirator. Check.
Ventolin syrup prescribed by doctor. Check.
Another medicine that comes in powder form to be mixed into his milk (whose name I forgot wtf). Check.
Elevated pillow for easier breathing. Check.
Humidifer in room. Check.
The only thing I haven’t tried is baby Vicks because we don’t have it at home. (Maybe I’ll go buy some tomorrow, along with some new pajamas for Fighter – he’s outgrowing his 0-3 months ones finally hahahah. That will be my birthday plan wtf.)
To top it off, both Fatty and I managed to catch Fighter’s cold, from all the coughing he’s been doing in our faces wtf. I’m hoping my antibodies in my milk will transfer to him but he’s not been drinking much also cos he gets angry every time he drinks and can’t breathe. T______T So we’ve been feeding him smaller amounts more frequently but I guess there’s nothing else to do now but wait for the cold to pass.
Hope it’s tomorrow!!!! Well later today since it’s midnight now. Let that be my birthday wish this year!!!!
Anyway this is going to be a long post because I haven’t properly blogged in a long time huh! I miss this.
I was feeling all introspective about turning a year older and so started thinking about the past year.
Exactly a year ago, two days before my birthday I peed on a stick and discovered the presence of Fighter. I went for dinner in awe and disbelief and found it was a surprise birthday dinner again hahaha. So I had to stay silent since we still felt unsure. Most distracted birthday ever lol.
Angela visited! Disaster hit in the form of preeclampsia. I can safely say that was the biggest trial of my life. Hospitalized for a month, underwent a C section, then coped with having a baby in the NICU for another month.
Finally got him home!!!
I can’t believe he used to look like this!
And this is him now.
And then for the rest of the year, I spent learning to be a mom. (Oh I also learned how to cycle.)
It has been such an emotional, roller coaster of a year. At times it was exhausting, scary, extremely stressful and depressing, but at other times it was a year filled with excitement, anticipation, hope, friendship and love, lots of it.
They say your past shapes your future and after this, I agree. Whenever I feel like something is too hard I just remember my friend Eric who said upon knowing I was learning how to ride a bike: “you got through preeclampsia. What else can be more difficult?”
He’s got a point.
Happy birthday Aud!!! *thick skinned