Last night, at about 9:00 pm, as my husband and I lay feverishly tossing and turning in our bed - both miserably ill with some kind of stomach virus - we got a call from his mom. She was caring for both 3 year old C and 4 month old G over at her house because Jon and I were simply too sick to care for them ourselves.
She had had the girls all day, and the plan was that at bedtime, she would bring them back over to our house. I was SO grateful for her help (as I always am) because I was so miserably sick, and I was worried that the more the baby was around her father and me during the acute phase of this virus, the more likely she would be to catch what we had. Since she is not getting any breastmilk, the idea of her catching a bad stomach virus at her age is pretty scary.
But anyway, my mother in law called at about 9 pm to offer to have both of the girls spend the night at her house so that Jon and I could get a full night's sleep, and so G would be less likely to catch the illness.
Of course, her incredibly generous offer made perfect sense in terms of logic, and since G is bottle-fed, feeding her overnight at her grandmother's house wouldn't be an issue, but I still hesitated. I had already been away from G for more than 12 hours that day, while I suffered through the nausea, fever and aches that came with the virus. I didn't know if I could stand not seeing her until the next day. Plus, it felt just…well… weird to think of a 4 month old baby spending the night anywhere but with one of her parents. But Jon gently convinced me that this was the most prudent course of action, so we allowed his mother Janice to keep both girls overnight (thanks Janice!)
I went to sleep feeling physically terrible, but relieved that G was in good hands with her grandmother. I also felt a bit like I had forgotten something really important, and all night long I dreamed that I'd misplaced my baby, and that I needed to find her right away. As a mother, I felt certain there was something wrong.
Did Katie survive the night? Was G all right? Find out on Baby's First Year.
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