Getting back to normal...

I've been back to work full-time for 2 weeks now. Surprisingly, it feels like I never left. The only major difference is my schedule & that I make a conscious effort to leave by 4:15 pm every day. Hubby has been picking Emersyn up at daycare most days, which has been wonderful as it has forced them to bond. Emersyn is crazy about her father & he is a lot more confident with her (especially when she's fussy--he doesn't immediately hand her over to me).

One minor hiccup was the fact that she caught her very first cold that first week. It was pitiful to see her like this:

Awful, huh? I didn't dare give her anything except Tylenol & would obsessively check her temperature to make sure she was ok. Even her crying sounded congested. I was a wreck. Hubby told me I would turn her into Howard Hughes because I was making such a fuss. In my defense, there was a confirmed case of RSV at the day care. The most pitiful part? When she would still smile at me through her glassy eyes & body wracking cough. I wanted to cry.

So now, the only leftover symptom is her cough. I think she sounds like Scrappy Doo (I can't explain why, but it has something to do with how she tries to catch her breath between coughs). Oh yeah, and she still does have a little bit of a snotty nose. Who knew I would be so intimate with another person's bodily fluids? Anyhoo, I guess I can now say that we've made it mostly through her first illness. ...on to the next one.