January 12th This was my first day at home alone after having Steve home for a week. I was extremely tired and Katherine was headed to the sitters for the day. She had a very low-grade fever the day before and some coughing, but she seemed okay that morning. So I load both girls up in the car and take her to the sitter's house. I explained about the fever from the day before and told her if Katherine seemed sick at all to give me a call.
I drive home and think to myself I should grab a shower while I can. As I'm walking in the door to the house my cell phone rings once. No other rings followed, but I had a feeling it was our sitter. I call her back and she said Katherine had thrown up an orange. She offers to wait and watch her to see if she would get better or worse, but I decide to go back and get her. I hadn't even unbundled Elizabeth from her car seat, so now was probably the time to go.
The babysitter and I both agreed that it was probably just phlegm in her throat and the coughing made the orange "reappear." Regardless, I didn't think anyone else should have to deal with my potentially sick child. So we gathered her things and drove home. So much for naps and a day of quiet. I was anticipating a stressful day with a very active three year old and a new baby.
When we got home I unbundled the girls and put Elizabeth in her bassinet. She was sleeping and Katherine was looking fine, so I decided to try to get a shower in before possible chaos set it. While in the shower, Katherine asked me if she could get the baby's "pink thing." I thought she was talking about a tiny stuffed doggy. The week prior Katherine kept wanting the doggy I the bassinet with Elizabeth so from the shower I told her she could get the pink dog. When I got out of my "fast a lighting" shower I went in the bedroom to check on Elizabeth. There I found her with the puppy above her head and a second "pink thing"- a pink blanket covering the bottom part of the blanket she was swaddled in. Katherine was sitting in the rocker chair with her magna doodle. She said "I'm drawing a picture for her." The picture below is her drawing.
I thought "How sweet! What a great start to this day maybe it won't be so bad after all."
-A