And to be totally honest, I'd rather be napping right now but I feel like I should post some updates before I write an 8 month post about Hartley in 2 days. Yeah, I'm going to have an 8 month old in 2 days! How crazy is that?! 2/3 of a year and we've all survived! That's pretty much how I'm feeling after these past couple weeks. Just thankful for survival.
First I'll say, I had an excellent time in Ocean City the weekend before last. I went away for the night with two of my favorite girlfriends, and it was a blast. It was fun, relaxing and therapeutic. We ate tons of delicious meals, laid on the beach, went to the pool, and immersed ourselves in a different culture: car culture. We choose probably the most dangerous, trashy weekend to go to the beach - dates chosen by yours truly. But we stayed in such a nice hotel that it didn't affect our trip too much. Although there was that moment on the way home when I felt like Rebecca was drag racing a brown matte paint Volkswagen with neon rims so it could be argued it added to our trip.
And we somehow got the best room in the hotel (probably Sabrina's early check in idea), and this was the view:
I came back and jumped right back in to life as usual. We skipped our Tuesday swimming lesson because Hartley still seemed off due to the virus she had been diagnosed with the week before.
By Thursday she seemed fine so I took her to swimming lessons. She didn't smile and laugh like how she normally does but I chalked it up to the early class time. She took that lovely, long post swimming lesson nap, and then had her friend Kyle over for a play date. He was making these funny noises that seemed to bother her, which I thought nothing of. Hindsight is 20/20, and her having an ear infection hadn't even crossed my mind at this point.
Thursday night she was all of a sudden inconsolable. It was really upsetting for all of us. So I asked Brian if he could take her to the doctor the next morning while I packed us for our Raleigh trip. I'm sure they'd say it was nothing, and we'd leave for our trip knowing all was well.
Well, that wasn't the case. We found out she had an ear infection. Trying not to delve too much into detail, it was definitely the roughest few days since she was a newborn. Lots of fighting taking medicine and waking up in the middle of the night. There were many, many tears - and some of them were hers!
I've learned some things though. My kid hates amoxicillin. Antibiotics cause a pre existing virus to flare up. I need to load up on Purell this cold season. And anytime a kid walks in my house with a runny nose, they'll be asked to leave before they can even touch anything.
We are still battling this virus and ear infection. Things are not yet easy but I've gotten better at dispensing medicine, and I cry whenever I need to. I never knew just how bad I would feel watching my baby in pain. It's such a helpless feeling not being about to fix it for her, and it's heart breaking.
I'm hoping the upswing is soon. I can't wait to have a happy, healthy Hartley back.
I'll probably try to squeeze in another blog before the 8 month mark. There's something I really want to share on here. Don't get too excited. The past week or so has been the best birth control ever so I'm not talking about a baby crane 2.0.
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