Chronological Age: 13 months and 22 days
Adjusted Age: 10 months and 7 days
Weight: 18 lbs 8 oz
Length: 27.25 in
After having taught first grade for three years, I am pretty good at handling the 'gross' stuff. Throw up.....no problem. Accidents - whether poop or pee - handled. The one thing that inevitably got to me was boogers. Gross. Snot is just NOT my forte.
Fortunately, I've found that when the snot belongs to your own child, it's not QUITE as disgusting. But it's not a grand ol' party either. Especially when it mixes into the saliva that covers his chin...making this gooey slimy mess. Teething AND a cold. Great.
I suppose having 'burst the bubble' that we've kept Samuel in the last 9 months was a decision made prematurely. However, it's not like we are taking him around town, wiping his hands on every disgustingly germy surface we can find. When we do get out, I keep him out of breathing-range of most people and try to get everyone to wash their hands before they touch him.
Around midnight on Saturday, Samuel's nose began to run. It hasn't stopped. It's like someone turned on a faucet and he's trying not to drown. Obviously it affects his eating (which stresses me out) and his sleep (which makes for a cranky baby and a cranky momma.)
Usually my panicked/preemie mom/overprotective-self would come raging to the front lines, ready to rush him to the doctor and to vanquish the nay-sayers who assure me "What doesn't kill them only makes them stronger!" (Yeah....if you don't have a micro preemie with CHRONIC LUNG DISEASE that works fine. After all, a great number of micro preemies end up back in the hospital their first two years from what began as a simple cold.)
Despite this, my 'mommy alarm' didn't go off. I did call our pediatric clinic and they told me to go ahead and bring him in to be checked out. For the 4th time in the last month and a half. Geez. They know Samuel by name and today gave me the 'direct line' since we "come to visit so often!"....like it's a visit to Grandma and Grandpa's house.
Thankfully everything checked out fine and his lungs sound clear. My 'mommy alarm' was right this time. Maybe I'm getting the hang of this after all..
No one wants to see a snotty kid....so here's a pre-cold picture: