I just checked my last post and realized I’d dropped off the screen for a bit over one month *blushing* Somehow, it feels even longer than that.
In the past month, I’ve not only struggled with the usual first trimester-related fatigue but also with my asthma (which is now back in control unless the weather is aggravating it – like today), the heat waves, and a return to sick bay. Two weekends ago, we were at my in-laws for the weekend because we’d been invited to a wedding nearby. It was smack in the middle of the heat wave, with temperatures closing in on 40° Celsius. And the little guy picked just that weekend to develop an ear infection accompanied by a fever. He was doing ok but of course we could not send him to childcare. So I got to spend another 3 of my “child sick days” (leaving me with a meager 3 for the remaining 5.5 months of the year) and hubby spent part of his overtime to stay home for the remaining 2 days of the week. Those 3 days at home with the little guy were easily the most challenging days of this year. He was either extremely whiny and irritable because of the pain in his ears or sugar-high hyper after a dose of toddler ibuprofen. Because of the heat and his refusal to leave the apartment, I had a pretty bad case of cabin fever on the second day and was more than happy about the supermarket run I could do on my own because hubby at left work early. Going back to work on Thursday almost felt like paradise.
On Friday, my sister-in-law came to visit with her husband and 10-month-old daughter. Thankfully, the little guy was better and the heat outside had reduced to “normal” summertime temperatures. So we proceeded with our plan to go to the Zoo on Saturday. I’d started feeling a bit ill on Friday – the little guy had passed his cold on to me. This combined with the still hot weather and the exertion of walking around the Zoo all day finally made me feel pregnant. I hadn’t felt pregnant at all in the weeks before, ever since the nausea had stopped and the first trimester exhaustion had gotten better. That day, I felt my growing uterus grow “hard” quite a lot and was quite exhausted at the end of the day. Sunday was even worse and I spent as much time as possible on the sofa surrounded by the hubbub created by a 2,5-year-old defending his toys from a 10-month-old trying to copy his every move. That weekend had more than one moment that made me seriously question the wisdom of having another child.
At one point in the evening I decided I was feeling miserable enough to take my temperature and discovered I was running a slight fever. So I decided to go see my general practitioner in the morning after dropping the little guy of at healthcare. The doc heard me coughing as I was sitting in the waiting area and as entered the treatment room a couple of minutes later, he welcomed me with the comment: “Mrs RelaxedNoMore is coughing. And pregnant. So there’s nothing to do but order sick leave for you.” As I was still feeling pretty miserable, I was very glad to hear this, even though this meant another week away from work (I haven’t been exactly busy at work for several months now, so it doesn’t really matter. But I need to put in some overtime to save up for the weeks before my maternity leave starts).
Monday afternoon I took the little guy to the pediatrician to have some blood drawn for a screening for diabetes type I that is being offered for free through some kind of state-wide study. He was very brave, showing the doctor’s assistant which finger to prick and not shedding a single tear. I was very proud of him! Afterwards, we went to the toy store strategically located on the ground floor of the doctor’s office building. He selected 3 Playmobil figurines – 1 for himself, 1 for me and 1 one for his dad ;-)
On Thursday, I was already feeling better and enjoyed the walk through the park as I was walking from the bus station to my ob/gyn’s office. I was glad to learn my blood pressure was low enough to be in the normal range even in the doctor’s office (it’d always been in the normal range at home but usually is higher at the doctor’s office) and that at least on the doctor’s scales, I had barely gained weight in the past 4 weeks. Unfortunately, I’m already up 3-4kg from my lowest pre-pregnancy weight, about twice as much as at the same time during the pregnancy with the Butzerl. The US then showed a hale and hopefully healthy baby measuring at 75.7mm crown-rump-length, which the computer translated to 13+0 – 1cm more at 12+5 than the little guy had at 13+1. Then again, “Baby Lu” is probably a couple of days older than its calculated age. This is definitely an upside of IVF: knowing the exact date of conception. The US also showed that I’ve got an anterior placenta again. So it will be awhile until I feel Baby Lu’s kicks.
I celebrated the good news by visiting my friend at her babywearing store, having lunch at one of our favorite bistro restaurants and buying some fresh fruit from the market. When I got home at about 2 o’clock, with 1.5 hours left before I had to pick up the little guy at childcare, I was pretty beat and promptly fell asleep on the sofa. Luckily not before setting the alarm on my cellphone. The little guy was a happy but slightly tired little camper when I picked him up – they were outside in the yard running through the sprinkler to cool off.
A couple of hours later, at dinner time, he refused to eat and I noticed that he was pretty hot to the touch. I took his temperature and discovered he was running a fever. Again. I thought it might be due to the heat and him not drinking enough, especially since he asked for a double serving of milk instead of dinner. I gave him some toddler ibuprofen so he could sleep. Sometime during the night I gave him another dose since the fever had returned and he’d gotten quite restless. He was okay almost all through the morning, and then the fever returned once more, again running up to 39 Celsius within a rather short time making. We took him to see the pediatrician since I feared another ear infection. His ears were fine though, and the doc quickly diagnosed scarlet fever. Yay. Not. Again, the little guy’s timing proofed perfect since today was the childcare place’s summer party, which we’d all been looking forward to. The doc prescribed penicillin and told as to give him toddler ibuprofen for the pain. Unfortunately, the little guy refused to take the ibuprofen and so he suffered throughout the afternoon. His fever ran up to 40 Celsius and he spend almost all the time sleeping and drowsing on my lap. This would have been quite comfy if we hadn’t been smack in the middle of another heat wave. Nobody needs a toddler running 40-degree fever on her lap when it’s 27 Celsius inside the apartment. Sometime during the late afternoon/early evening he got a headache (the first of his young life) and after some time finally agreed to take some ibuprofen. 30 minutes later he was no longer a little zombie but a lively kid. Of course, this also meant he wouldn’t sleep until 10pm. This morning showed that the Penicillin was doing its work pretty well – while the little guy was still clearly not ok yet, at least the fever was gone.
As for me, I’m still not over my cold. The sniffles are better but the cough isn’t. As if that wasn’t bad enough, today the weather is really humid, making my asthma act up in a most annoying way. Nevertheless, it will be back to work on Monday. We’ll keep the little guy home from daycare but thankfully my in-laws aren’t working this week and can make the 200km journey to take care of him while I go to the office or work from home.
Oh, by the way: how the heck can I be in the second trimester already? I still haven’t fully realized I’m actually pregnant, with a live baby in my belly.