After being up nearly all night with a sick little monster, I’m serisously considering changing the name of this blog to “Little Miss Sickly” or “Sick Little Miss” or something like that. My heads a little cloudy due to lack of sleep so please excuse the lack of creativity. Or, maybe just “Sick-asoraus Rex”.

Over the last 4 months, it seems like Rylee has been sick nearly non-stop. I think I’ve touched on this in a previous post. It all started back in November right before Thanksgiving where we found out she had her first ear infection. Considering she didn’t get her first ear infection until she was 18 months old, I can’t really complain. However, the four months that followed that first ear infection have been challenging to say the least. After battling with the Swine Flu, 2 bouts of pneumonia (or 3? is it bad that I’ve lost count), the flu and a couple of colds everytime she gets a cough, it seemed like we were heading to the doctor. It got so bad at one point we went to the doctor and the second we pulled into the driveway of the doctor’s office, she let out this huge groan. I felt so awful.

The last month she’s been battling a cough. I took her to the doctor and they figured it was allergies (they run pretty bad in my family). They told me to buy some children’s Zyrtec and hopefully it would help the cough. Well, it really didn’t. Who knows, maybe she still has allergies. All I know is that her cough has not really let up.

There have been a lot of sleepless nights over the last 4 months. There has been a lot of missed work and missed daycare over the last 4 months. There has been a lot of other missed stuff over the last 4 months. To add to the list of missed things…my turkey hunt I was supposed to go on this morning. I needed to leave my house at 4:30 am. I went to bed at 9 PM last night, the Hubs came to bed about a 1/2 hour later. Then about 10:00, Rylee started crying in her room. Odd considering she is no longer in a crib and she normally just heads right into our room whenever she wakes up. Anyway, since I needed to be up so early, Hubs got up with her. It seemed like everytime I fell back to sleep, she would start crying again so I decided to investigate. I walked in to no bed sheet on her bed, Ry in a different set of PJ’s, crusty puke-hair and Andy starting a load of laundry. He told me to go back to bed and he would handle it. I tried. Really I did. But I tossed and turned for the next 1/2 hour and decided to get back up. That’s when I made the call not to go on my hunt this morning. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t justify letting Andy stay up all night with Rylee and still go to work the next day just so I could go to sleep and go turkey hunting. It was late, but the math still didn’t compute.

So here I sit, on my couch, watching my sick little monster doze in and out of sleep while she watches Sesame Street, adding one more thing to my list of missed opportunities. So is the life of a mama, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.