Breaking the Curse

I was going to write a blog post about my incredible savings over the last two days-- I'm so proud of myself!!! But Emma, as always, has her own agenda, not that I can blame her this time.

Our day started at 5:00 am when Emma woke up crying. I went in to check on her and she was burning up. A fever of almost 103 kept her up and I was up by default. By 8:30 she was asleep on the living room floor. Unfortunately, I didn't have that luxury. I really could have used a nap to get me through the rest of the day.

She woke up about an hour later crying and crying and crying, which prompted a trip to the doctor. As directed by Section 22 of the Baby Code handbook, she immediately stopped crying and had a normal temperature upon arrival at the clinic, thus trying to prove her mother a liar. Good thing for me the doctor had an otoscope and knew how to use it. Emma had an ear infection, in spite of her ear tube which may, or may not, be still embedded in her ear drum. An eartube was spotted but its relation to the ear drum could not be determined. A antibiotic was prescribed and Mommy is now $87 poorer, $117 if you count the co-pay. Lucky for Emma, Mommy really loves her.

Emma showed her gratitude by spending the rest of the day 1) not napping and 2) being the crankiest, whiniest, cryingest child that ever graced the planet earth. But of course she had an ear infection, so how could I be upset with her for expressing her discomfort? Upset? no. Nerves shot to hell? yes. I rocked her for 30 minutes to put her to bed and once she got to bed she screamed and cried herself hoarse. So, of course, after about 20 minutes I got her up. She expressed her gratitude by screaming and crying for what seemed like forever. (Do we notice a trend here?) In any case, I finally got her to stop.

By letting her eat chips and salsa. I had offered her all kinds of other snacks but she wanted my chips and salsa (can you guess what I was drinking?) It's all your's baby! (The chips, not the drink) A desperate mom does what she needs to do to get a little peace and a moment of sanity. Oh yeah... and I want my baby to be happy, yeah that too.

Who knew an early Cinco de Mayo celebration was all it took to make a Vietnamese baby happy? It's now 11:00 and Emma is toddling around investigating everything, running on only about an hour of sleep since 5:00 am. But she's starting to wind down and I'm praying that sleep is in my future. Oh yeah, for her too. Again, my sleep is by default.

So what's the deal with the title of this post? What does all of that have to do with breaking a curse? For the first time in several weeks I've posted something on Thursday (as opposed to posting on Wednesday and then waiting until Saturday like I've done the past few weeks.) The curse is broken. You can put away your voodoo dolls now.