Today was the first day in more than a week that I've been able to open the windows, and not be greeted with a blast of heat. This heatwave finally peaked on Friday, at a sweltering 37 Degrees Celsius+, with a heat advisory for the area. It was a very miserable week, and E and I stayed indoors most of the week as a result. I'm pretty sure the heat made me feel a lot sicker, in addition to the existing morning sickness that I have at 8 weeks pregnant.
Today is also E's 2nd birthday. Due to aforementioned morning sickness (or afternoon/evening sickness as is more apt in my case), we had to cancel the small birthday party we planned with her friends S and L. We picked up the cake for her birthday on Saturday, and already dug into it and sang E her birthday song (she didn't care for the cake as much as she did for the song, which is a pity because it's a great cake). Then yesterday was Father's Day and I rustled up enough energy to cook a simple steak dinner, though it took a lot out of me. Which brings us to today, the actual day itself, and I didn't have anything special planned at all except for a playdate with S at their place. Simple enough, and something she'd enjoy.
When I picked E up this morning to get ready for the playdate however, I noticed she was boiling hot. I changed her and gave her breakfast, and noticed she was acting weird. I think I was in denial about the fact that she was obviously sick, because I really didn't know what to do. Anyway I took her temperature when she was munching quietly on some strawberries (already unusual, she never does anything quietly), and sure enough she was running a fever. So I gave her some tylenol, and then we cuddled for about 45 mins watching Sesame Street before I put her down for a nap again. I didn't notice any other symptoms except a fever.
After putting her down for a nap, I finally went to the basement and brought up some of the gifts we had bought for her birthday to wrap. I didn't do a very good job, but at least I've got 3 parcels of wrapped gifts now for her to tear through later, when she hopefully feels better.
I feel a bit like a crap Mum, even though it's not like E knows what is going on, except for the fact that she feels ill. The morning sickness has really reduced my already low energy levels, and made me feel very weak and discouraged. I haven't been able to cook much due to exhaustion and nausea, or be entirely present for E lately as a result. Then today, of all days, she wakes up sick. Though of course I know all of these things are out of my control, and that Jon and I are doing the best we can with our already stretched thin resources, it still kind of stinks just thinking about things. Oh well.
