Yesterday was a rough night. Amélie and Elliot spent the night engaged in what sounded like a coughing competition. As for Charles, he decided to forgo the Pull-Ups. So I ended up changing him in the middle of the night.
I’m so over sore throats, coughing, fever and runny noses.
Thanks to the fun little app Plant Nanny, I’ve managed to increase my water intake over the past few days. Big shout out to Maggie for talking about it on her blog recently.
My husband and I are getting better at squash and had quite a few really nice exchanges yesterday evening. I’m kind of bummed though as I burned a hole through my favourite pair of leggings by sliding to hit a ball.
I decided to dive into a role-playing server on WoW yesterday. I’ve been meaning to try for a long time, but have always been afraid to.
To celebrate Easter and my father-in-law’s birthday on Sunday, my MIL reserved the chef that came to my house for my wedding. We ate some freakishly delicious short ribs.
Yesterday, I ordered some yarn online “by accident”. Ha! It’s 100% cotton yarn so that I can crochet some little octos for the maternity ward of a local hospital.
Today’s going to be a beautiful, albeit cold, day. It’s a welcome change from all the rain we’ve been getting. Now, if it could get consistently warmer, I’d be very happy! The kids don’t mind though, so it’s all good.
Charles went to the hairdresser with his dad over the weekend for a much needed haircut. He looks so handsome now.
My husband and I played bowling on the Wii with Charles a couple of days ago. Despite our best efforts, he beat us. Beginners luck, I suppose.
So yeah, remember how I mentioned that Elliot wasn’t feeling well yesterday? Well, I ended up bringing to see his doctor today because he was getting worse. He was hardly eating, or drinking (or nursing, for that matter). His breathing became a little laboured yesterday evening and by this morning, it hadn’t gotten better. He’s been crying uncharistically often and he is having so much trouble getting a good rest. Poor thing.
As it turns out, he has a gnarly infection in one ear and was starting one in the other. Add to that the beginning of a bronchitis and you’ve got a pretty miserable baby.
Usually, we can get over colds pretty easily with saline drops, a snot-sucker and upping the humidity in his room, but oh boy did this thing progress quickly!
He’s currently on advil every 8 hours for the next 24-48h until the antibiotics kick in. Plus we’ve got two days worth of cortisone to help out his lungs.
Tonight, he keeps waking every 30 minutes or so crying in pain. I gave up on trying to sleep. He is currently sleeping on me on the downstairs couch. His breathing seems to be better because he’s elevated.
Here’s to hoping he gets better soon. I’m also crossing my fingers for this to be his last cold in a while. It’s already his fourth and he’s only 9 months old (I guess that’s what he gets for having a loving brother and sister ha!).
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I’ve been debating whether I should actually write this post or not. You see, writing it has the potential to earn me a fair bit of flak because it is a subject, just as a few others in parenting, that seems to have two well-defined and opposite camps. Anyways, here I go.
What you need to know is this: I am not perfect. I know, shocker, right (*fake gasp*). I am also known to compulsively follow rules and compulsively read about a subject that grasps my attention until my brain is about to explode.
Did I mention that I was a bit compulsive?
A short (read: very short) while ago, as I was compulsively researching the best harness to booster seat for my toddler (’cause, y’know, the baby is getting just a biiiiiit heavy and big for her bucket seat), I came across a post that made the voice inside my head go: “say whaaaaaat?!?!”
You see, after about 2 years, 3 months, 1 week and 6 days (give or take a few hours) of being a mother, I learned that to properly secure my kids in their car seats, I should strap them in sans winter coat.
Go ahead, say it: “Bad mama!”
(For the record, adults should forgo the bulky coats too).
Now, in all seriousness though, the arguments behind the information that I should not strap my children in their car seats with their winter coats on makes perfect sense (you’ll see why later on). The revelation, however, has left me a few things that I have trouble wrapping my head around.
1. Why was I never told this? I mean, I know it’s my job to be informed about the finer and not so finer points of parenting (ie: safety), but I very honestly had no idea about this. Granted, I did not read any of my car seat installation manuals (in which this point is covered) cover to cover. I read what I needed to make sure that my child would fit in the seat and read what I needed to securely secure in a secure fashion (sorry, sorry, I’ll stop) the car seats in our cars. BUT, it would seem that it would have been pertinent to know this a little earlier in this parenting gig. I mean, at the hospital, they talk about shaken baby syndrome, they talk about putting your littles down on their backs to sleep, they make sure you are able to feed and bathe your child properly and they don’t allow you to leave the hospital until they have seen your newborn strapped into his/her car seat to make sure you know how to transport them safely. But never do they say anything about coats and car seats at the hospital (or anywhere else for that matter).
2.Why have I never seen anyone do this? It gets cold where I live. I’m talking -25 Celcius plus windchill. And the cold lasts for several months. Despite the fact that parents seem to be split 50/50 on the subject, never in my whole two years of parenting have I ever seen anyone strap their kiddo in their car seat without their coats on unless it was a baby that was in a bucket seat with a winter cover.
3. How can I manage this with two young kiddos and, more importantly, do I want to manage this?
Now, I’ve read a few (read: a lot of) articles on the subject recently and they all include tips and tricks to do this. I thought I’d share some of them with you.
Park you vehicle in a heated garage.
Buy a cozywoggle (advertised as the only winter coat that is car seat safe) for each of your kids.
Put the coat on the wrong side (ie: zipper in the back). Once in the car, sit your kid, unzip, remove arms from sleeves, buckle up your kid and keep the coat on top of him/her to keep warm.
Remove coat once in the car and cover kiddo(s) with a blanket kept inside the vehicle.
Dress you littles in enough layers to keep them warm for their trek to the vehicle.
Let your car warm up in the driveway before putting the kiddos in (for those of you who live in a place with anti-idling laws, I’ve read that there is a caveat that allows for idling for up to 15 minutes in a 1h period if the temperature is below or above a certain point).
Move to a place that doesn’t have winter. (It would seem that Malta is one of the most temperate spots in the world)
Now, these are all great tips and I could use any one or combination of them, BUT, do I want to? I’m trying to imagine the logistics of it all.
If I want to warm up my car ahead of time, that means that I have to leave the toddler and 6 month old alone in the house while I run outside to start my car.
If I want to put their coats on and them remove them once in the car, I still have to expose them to (sometimes) umbearibly cold winds as I keep the car door open to strap them in. (And though the cozywoggle really is a wonderfully innovative product, I still have to unzip and expose my kids’ arms and torso to the chilly temps as I strap them in).
I don’t have access to a heated garage (unless we demolish the wall that’s separating it in two).
In all fairness, I could manage pulling this off when I have a long road ahead of me. For instance, I am considering (“considering” being the key word in the sentence) doing this when I make the 30 minute drive to and from daycare. Maybe.
Methinks I can at least get baby girl out of the convertible infant car seat and back into her heavy muscle-making bucket seat, throwing a blanket over her until the weather gets warmer (now that I’ve removed her winter sleep sack, she should fit).
But when I have quite a few errands to run and I am alone with my two littles? No, I won’t do it.
Food For Thought.
I thought I’d share this with you. I put Amélie in her winter snowsuit in her bucket seat and tightened the straps until they passed the pinch test. Then, without loosening the straps, I got her out of her snowsuit and put her back in the bucket seat where she failed the pinch test…miserably…
When I try to pinch the top of her strap, my fingers just slide along the strap.
When I try again after removing the snowsuit, I can easily pinch the slack in the strap.
There is so much room, in fact, that I can fit my whole fist comfortably under the straps that are supposed to keep her secure
What do you do, coat or no? Did you know about this? If so, how/when did you hear about it?
We had a wonderful day today despite the fact that the little guy is sick. The weather was very nice and we didn’t have to get dressed in a whole bunch of layers to go outside. Because, of course, now that Charles knows how fun it can be outside, he wants to go all the time.
I got him dressed and the first thing he spotted when we crossed the street to the park in front of our house was a bird. He, of course, wanted to get up close and personal and try to touch it.
The bird mustn’t have felt that the little guy chasing it was a predator, because it stayed on the ground and just kept its distance on foot.
After a while, I grabbed my son and walked with him to the park. He had lots of fun climbing up the stairs, going down the slide, looking at me through the clear plastic bubble window and going on the swings.
When we got back inside, the little guy had some water and a snack and I had fun styling his hair (because it’s long enough now that I can actually do something with it!).
We also had a lovely lunch with my sister, brother and grand-parents.
As the day went by though, Charles became more and more whiny and his cold was clearly gaining some ground on him. So, we used a three-fold approach to help him feel less miserable.
Lots of mommy cuddles (because, in his book, daddy cuddles just don’t seem to work when he has a cold…)
Letting him eat what he wants (because he pretty much outright refuses to eat anything when he’s sick and my partner and I prefer he eats something to nothing)
Swapping bath time with a shower with mommy (combining mommy cuddles, a back massage with the stream of water and clearing up his nose with the steam that the shower produces!)
Crossing my fingers for Little Dude to kick his cold in the butt during the night!