Holding On For Dear Life

I couldn’t have been more spot on with the title to my last post.  We’re experiencing the balancing act of parenthood full on the last few days, and are somehow managing so far, knock on wood.

It all began on Saturday.  Chieko and I are both teaching the summer session and classes are held on Saturday, which means Ray goes to daycare.  He had been refusing food and beverage for the most part, so Chieko was running over during her lunch break and breast-feeding him each day.

The good news is that Ray finally decided to dig in on Saturday.  The bad news is that the Saturday menu includes Udon (buckwheat noodles).  The worse news is that Ray is allergic to wheat.  When he had his allergy tests around six months, the doctor encouraged us to try giving him a little bit of wheat because the allergy didn’t seem that strong.  We had given him a few weeks ago to no real ill effect, so figured he was OK for whatever they served at daycare.  Apparently we didn’t experiment thoroughly enough, as Chieko arrived at the daycare to a nearly unrecognizable baby, swollen and red but otherwise genki.  The staff had not called her because he had just eaten and they knew she was coming shortly.

After a flurry of phone calls in the twenty minutes before her afternoon class was to start, I managed to pawn her students off on several other teachers, including myself, and we survived while she took Ray to the doctor.  He got some medicine and eventually the swelling went down.

Here is when we got home, a few hours after eating the Udon and then taking the medicine.  I think everyone’s on the same page now about Ray and his wheat allergy.

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Yesterday we woke up, lounged around the house for a few hours, then noticed that Ray was burning up, 102 degrees.  Off to the hospital we go, since all the normal doctors are closed on Sunday.  Again, Ray is his normal, happy-go-lucky self aside from being hot to the touch.  More medicine, and off to ponder what we were going to do about daycare, where he surely wouldn’t be allowed with a temperature.

We called the sick baby daycare at 7:30 this morning, fingers crossed that they had an opening (they can only accommodate six sick babies).  They did, and we were saved for at least one day.  It made me really wish we had some family nearby that Ray could stay with during times like these.

Ray’s still got a bit of fever, and we’ve got a reservation again tomorrow at the sick baby daycare.  Regardless of Ray’s temperature in the morning, I think we might send him there anyway because we can’t really afford to get a call from the normal daycare in the middle of the day telling us to come get Ray because he has a fever.  I’m a lot less stressed tonight knowing that we have our bases covered for tomorrow.

But speaking of stress, jesus my life is insane right now.  Work is absolutely handing me my ass on a daily basis, and generally well into the night as well.  Coupled with all the Ray drama, I am less at ease than I’ve been in a long while.  But Chieko and I are figuring out how to make this work, very much on the go but it is getting easier, and I’m finding ways to not view the next few months as so daunting.  I’ve had a pretty easy go of it work-wise the last few semesters, so it is good to be on my toes again.  But damn, I need to come up for air once in a while.  And I’m on the wagon during the week to boot, so I can’t even cut loose with a glass of wine or three at the end of the day.  We’ll see how long that lasts.

Can’t promise much action around here in the immediate future, for the above-mentioned reasons.  My mom is coming in a week and a half — more stress!!!  I’ll be back when sanity prevails.  Good night.

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9 thoughts on “Holding On For Dear Life

  1. 1. six sick babies… say that 3 times fast

    2. family near by to help out with ray? i can move…

    3. don’t stress about your mom’s visit!!!!!!! (you make me feel bad)

    4. can’t wait to see you all… xoxoxo

  2. Hang in there. It doesn’t necessarily get easier, you just get use to dealing with these bouts of excitement that no one ever told you were part of parenthood. These are the events that soften into stories to be told over and over and that Ray and you will cherish.

    Sounds like Mom can’t arrive soon enough to give you another set of hands.

    Take care

    1. thanks jeff, things have already quieted down, or perhaps it’s me that has calmed down…a lot of people have echoed your advice

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