It was a good day, that involved going to Michael's with Farrah to buy some new yarn for a hexagon granny square blanket I'd like to make, making some cream of carrot soup and delicious dessert, and then having Dave, Farrah, and their two kids over. It was great having them over, but SO tiring. Elijah was rangy and barely ate anything all evening, and I have a really hard time with toddlers around Abigail because they are so in-your-face about their interations with babies, and it makes me really nervous, I'm not going to lie. I can't stand ANYone in Abigail's face, let alone a little girl who is always coming down or getting over a cold. I felt bad asking Farrah to not let her do it, but it was okay in the end, I just had to always be holding Abby, so she slept more than I'd like in the evening.
I'm having a hard time relaxing now that our company is gone, it's so loud and go go go with 4 kids in a rather small apartment. I'm also feeling upset because I just found out via FB that Tiffany (who, you might recall, was over last night, and holding Abigail a lot) came started feeling unwell late last night and is apparently so sick right now that she feels like death, apparently. I feel like crying. I try so hard to protect Abigail, but what more could I, or Tiffany, have done? She wasn't feeling unwell when we were around her, but that's when she was the most contagious.
I know this is going to come off as over protective, or more than a little neurotic, but I hear about people being sick after they've been around Abby and my mind immediately assumes she will get sick too, and that she'll die. I have a way over-active imagination, and a really hard time letting go of these fears that I have, and I honestly feel a pit in my stomach right now, like something is making me sad or uneasy. I can feel it there even when I'm not thinking about it, so then I think, "Why am I feeling this way?!" Then I remember why, and get worried and upset all over again. A cold is a cold, but I just don't want my little not even 4-weeks-old baby to be exposed to one, because their little bodies just don't handle it well. Honestly, it's why I haven't gone to the Early Years Centre yet. I don't want to go out anywhere where she is exposed to so many children (because of the in-your-face-ness) at least until she's 2 months old and has had her first set of shots, thus being vaccinated again chicken pox, the whooping cough, and whatever else. I'm just...so afraid of losing her. AND I don't have the flu shot yet, so I'm no good to her on that head either.
Sorry, I know, this is a really big downer post. I meant to get online, check blogs and respond to comments, post comments, etc, and I just can't right now. I want to go snuggle my girl, and go to sleep.
Tomorrow will be a better day, I know. It's Stake RS Women's Day, and I'm looking forward to going up with friends, seeing some old friends, attending the workshops, having lunch, etc. I need a day away, I think.
In the meantime, a couple photos from this evening, when my little girl insisted on being held but I had to make dinner. We compromised with the Ergo.
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