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Big girls sleep in their own big girl beds


It’s hard to break habits once they start. Giving up chocolate, coffee, smoking. No, I’m not a smoker, but I was just naming a few habits that could be hard to break. I can’t imagine going without the thought of popping a delicately sweet piece of milk chocolate into my mouth and savoring it. The heavenly bitter-sweetness of it rolling over my taste buds, as it melts into my mouth causing it to water even more. The chocolaty smell hitting my sense of smell and…hang on a second while I go get some…

It started about a year or so ago. My daughter had this high fever that I was having trouble breaking. I had taken her to the doctor and she was given meds for an ear infection. But that was only the day before her fever reached 103F. She woke me up crying in the middle of the night. I rushed into her room to find her not only covered in sweat, but she had thrown up all over her bed. She was burning up so I thought what best than to put her straight into the bath. I washed her off, telling her everything was okay. Once she was out and dressed I put her on the couch, gave her something for the fever, then went to change her bed sheets. When I came back she had nodded off to sleep, so I left her there, all snug and warm, tucked into a fresh blanket on the couch.

About an hour later she woke up crying again. Same thing, sweaty and covered in throw up. Another bath and this time was put in my bed. She stayed the whole night without waking and without throwing up, though that didn’t mean I slept peacefully. Her fever had reduced a few degrees, but was still too high. I even made a trip to the Children’s hospital about thirty plus minutes away, only for her to be given a gatorade and nausea meds. She stayed with me that night and the following night, just so I could monitor her fever and be close by in case she needed to throw up again. But ever since then she thinks it’s okay to hop into bed with me, especially when she’s not feeling well.

“Don’t you want to go sleep in your very own bed?” I ask her.

She casually shakes her head while sucking on her thumb. She stares up at me with those bright blue eyes of hers and immediately I thought of Puss in Boots from Shrek and how he would look at people with a cute little pout and those big soft eyes. I could tell I wasn’t getting anywhere. She was winning me over. I had to change tactics. Think of something that may work.

Finally, I had a thought. “I thought you told mommy that you were a big girl.” She nodded her head. “Well, big girls sleep in their own bed. Don’t you want to be a big girl and sleep in your own bed? Mommy’s a big girl and she sleeps in her own big girl bed. You have your own big girl bed too. So what do you say I take you back to your room and put you back into your big girl bed?”

She looks at me and nods her head. It worked! Though for the time being as she still gets up in the middle of the night and crawls into bed with me. This whole big girl thing however, seems to not work so much on her any more. Time to think up of something else to use.

Sacrifices


A mother sacrifices many things to take care of her children or to see that they are taken care of. She never thinks of herself and her needs, nor puts them before her children’s needs.

Thursday morning, my daughter woke up with a temperature of a 101. Since I had a late class, I scheduled an appointment with her doctor, and then called her daycare to say that she wouldn’t be in today. Her doctor had checked her out and said that she has an ear infection and prescribed antibiotics. This was the same ear she had an ear infection in a few months ago.

I took my daughter home and gave her her medicine, and then I went off to class. When I came home she was snuggled up on the couch with one of her stuffed animals. I couldn’t get her to budge for food nor drink even though I brought it to her. I finally got her to eat a few bites and drink something, though very little, then put her into bed for a nap. When she got up from her nap, she had a temp of 102. I immediately put her into the bath and her temp went down. She didn’t want to do anything but snuggle up on the couch. I still couldn’t get her to eat nor drink anything. I myself hadn’t eaten all day, but was too tired to even think of fixing anything but a bowl of cereal.

At 2AM she woke me up crying. She was burning up, her temp was now 103.4 and she was throwing up. I quickly got dressed and we were in the car, headed to Children’s Hospital in Little Rock. We only had to wait an hour before being seen by a nurse, then a doctor was in there checking out my lil one right away. I told them what was going on, when it started, that I took her to see her doctor the day before. My daughter’s temp had gone down from the walk we had in the cold air outside. She had one nurse checking her temp and blood pressure, one nurse that gave her a nausea pill, and another nurse that gave her juice. Her doctor continued to check on her regularly; no vomiting, no wet diaper (this was what we were waiting on so we could leave), and no high fever. Finally at 7AM they finally let us go; she still hadn’t peed yet and her fever had not gone up.

When I got home my mom was waiting for us, as she was going to watch my lil one. I had to rush off to class, but not before getting a shower and a quick bite to eat, and then call to say she wasn’t going to be in daycare again today. I gave my lil girl her meds and then she drank a small glass of Gatorade before she snuggled up on the couch with her stuffed animal. I only had one class, and then I had to stop at the store for a few groceries.

Friday and Saturday was spent mostly curled up on the couch snoozing, or in my bed curled up snoozing. Then three baths to get her temp down. Today, she’s feeling much better, her appetite is slowly returning, but her sleep is off. We slept in until 11AM this morning, which I’m sure it is what we both needed.

I really don’t mind sacrificing anything, so as long as my child is taken care of. That wasn’t the first time I’ve pulled an all-nighter, especially with her, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. I’m not complaining.