The Kid Has Arrived

The boy and I have both come down with winter colds, which I blame on taking him to the doctor’s for his well-baby visit on Friday. I’d put off that visit for 2 months, but now I wish I’d skipped it all together. I don’t see much need for well-baby visits past the 12 month mark, especially during winter’s cold/flu season. Sure enough, there were several sniveling children sitting around miserably in the waiting room, coughing into the air and blowing their snot-filled noses and sneezing. Milo decided to have some kind of contest with himself to see how many things he could touch/lick in the ten minutes we were in the waiting area. He woke up with a runny nose the next morning, which meant that by Saturday evening, I started feeling sick too.

The last time I got a cold (back in November) it lingered for a good two weeks.  I’m waging an all out war on this stupid illness this time around with lots of saline solution and hand sanitizer and extra vitamin C. It’s a particularly bad time to get sick because Matt leaves for the Sundance Film Festival on Wednesday, and he’ll be gone for week. I don’t mind the solo parenting, but it’s no time to be sick, especially since I can’t take any OTC relievers because of baby junior.

Plus, c’mon, I have tickets to see Jeff Mangum on Friday night! I don’t want to be the person noisily blowing their nose while everyone around me is crying during Oh Comely. (Is that a thing, guys? Are we still crying during that song?)