Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Same Story Different Day

Blocking the black sweater:  Day 1

Any bets on how long this will take?

Any guesses on how many times I looked to be sure I'd taken all the safety pins off the sweater before I put it in the water?  (spoiler: it was only 1, and I'm wishing I'd done it a second or fifteenth time)

In non knitting news, Queen Bean is sick.

Its just a cold, but combined with her super tiny nasal passages the side effects are getting severe.

She is currently in that stage where her body is trying to produce its own weight in snot.  And all that snot is trying to squeeze its way out her super tiny nasal passages, leaving no room for breathing.  Which means she can't drink a bottle.

And yes I know she is 16 months old and still taking a bottle.  And no, I don't care what your thoughts on the matter are.  Unless you've been there for every Doctor appointment, every feeding therapy session, every daily practice session at home, three times a day, you don't get to have an opinion on the fact that my child is 16 months old and still getting ALL her nutrition from a bottle.  With a nipple and everything.  Her reliance on a bottle is not the story here.

The bottom line is her lack of breathing = unable to eat = a lack of fluid = risk of dehydration and hospitalization.

So we spend lots of time in steamy bathrooms.

And she gets steriods and breathing treatments

She is not a fan.

We spend lots of time doing this.

So much time doing this I think it might finally be time to invest in some cushions for that rocking chair.  It isn't so bad the first hour or so, then it really hurts for hours 2-5, but after the fifth hour your butt just kinda goes numb and you can't feel anything.  The numbness is kinda glorious.  You could rock forever.  The unfortunate side effect of that is when you are finally done in the rocking chair, around hour 8 or so, your body is so sore you can't walk.  But it's totally worth it for the baby snuggles.

We also spend a lot of time

Just laying around.

Her lack of breathing also means a lack of sleeping.  The Greatest and I are exhausted.  We've been tag teaming the Bean trying to get some sleep.  It doesn't seem to be helping.

The sickness has spread to Bird, who is beside herself with disappointment that she is too sick to perform in her band concert.  It has also spread to Pork Chop, who literally snuck out of the house to go to school this morning despite my order to stay home, lest she miss HER band concert.  I'm just hoping it doesn't spread to me.  I'm too exhausted and sore to be sick.

I have done a spot or two of knitting

I'm not loving this yarn.  It is mystery Big Lots yarn.  From the feel I would guess it has a high (and by high I mean 100%) acrylic content.  I love the color.  I love the pattern.  I love how the color plays with the pattern.  I'm just not loving working with this yarn.

It might be time to bust into the new stash.

I should be diving into the abyss to finish more half knit projects, but the new stash is right there sitting so pretty in the yarn cabinet.  Calling to me every time I walk by.

"Knit me"

"You know you want to wind me into a yarn cake."

"You could be wearing me by now."

I may not be able to resist the siren song of the smooshy yarn much longer.

1 comment:

That's cause I'm good with a Lego said...

I'm so sorry she's so sick. That's just heartbreaking. I hope she heals quickly and that you and the greatest don't get sick.