We survived the first week. Five more weeks to go before I hope to see a glimmer of light. The six weeks is arbitrary. It could be less and it could be more, but it is always good to have an objective, no?
This week was not helped by Peanut having a bad cold. I mean she hates having her face/nose wiped, diaper changed, etc so an illness that adds to that is like a torture on all of us,
Still, we survived.
This summarizes our week:
7, days in a week
6, days I cried in a row
5, the number of diarrhea Peanut had
4, doctor related visits P cried through
3, the number of meltdowns we had, 2 from me, 1 from D
2, the number of meals I sort of cooked. More like food that was cooked so it was no long raw. I wouldn’t call them a real meal or anything.
1, the first of many desperate phone calls I am likely to make to friend Jane
0, the number of time I went without a shower. That’s a vast improvement from when S was a baby! Nothing like a nice hot shower to give me a reboot, even if I’m covered in snot an hour later.