Sunday, December 8, 2013

Sniffing, Sneezing, Coughing, Aching

We are super sick here at casa Rogue. The only thing worse than being super sick with a baby that is super sick is being super sick with a baby that is super sick and missing a party. Mrs. Dancer is having her tree trimming, cookie exchange funness at her new place and I am stuck at home with Kleenex and a high fever and a cranky baby.

I wouldn’t trade being a new mom for the world. I am so happy in my new role, like I stepped into the shoes I was always meant to fulfill. I only get a little cranky and wanting some help in times like these, when life was so much easier when I could throw back a ton of Nyquil (which I cannot take now because I am breastfeeding) and slip into oblivion sleep for days until I feel better. Being a mom I have to put my Little Crickets needs in front of my own and it is just SO HARD.

I guess I should be thankful. Mr. Rogue has pneumonia. My Little Cricket and I only have a cold. It could always be worse.

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