I am feeling much better but poor Henry has caught my cold! We realized it in the middle of Thursday night when he woke up and sounded like a little piggy, snorting away when trying to breathe. There is nothing worse than a sick baby! They are so helpless! On Friday morning, I emailed my sister-in-law, a trained nurse, and she gave me a number of suggestions. First, is to make sure he stays hydrated. Luckily, this is never a problem since he loves to eat and this continued to be true throughout his illness. Secondly, use a humidifier. We had one stored deep in our basement shelves. I’m not sure if it’s working properly, but the white noise it gives off seems to be helping him sleep longer and more deeply. We also got him some saline drops to put in his nose, and an aspirator which basically sucks up the mucus. Between wiping dirty bums and sucking up nose boogers, I have to say that this motherhood gig is messy! Not to mention the fact that he spit up all over my yoga pants this morning. Don’t worry, I will constantly remind him of this when he is 14.
I thought his sickness would just put any healthy eating/cooking plans on the back burner, but he actually seems to be sleeping more so I was able to make a loaf of Walnut Raisin Zucchini bread and Vegetable Lasagna . At one point I was holding Henry in one arm and spreading ricotta cheese with the other. I always kind of feel like Superwoman when I multi-task like that.
I’ve been back to making salads everyday for lunch. I usually make them during his morning nap and then keep it in the fridge until I’m hungry. If I waited to prepare lunch until I was hungry, I think most of my meals would consist of whatever I could quickly grab one-handed, meaning bananas, popcorn, or a bottle of ketchup (um, ew).
Aside from our daily squats routine, I haven’t been getting ANY exercise lately. I never get the chance to go for walks. I have done a total of 20 sit-ups since February (NOT an exaggeration!). I have the green light to start exercising as of next Thursday when I am six weeks postpartum, but I am not holding my breath. Maybe I will just lift Henry over my head like he is a barbell? That sounds safe.