So. Lucy. This freaking kid.
On Tuesday, I went to pick the girls up at daycare (Catie goes there for after school care), and the new daycare teacher mentioned that Lucy seemed kind of sleepy after she woke up from her nap and she felt a little warm. Which is a little weird for my normally hyperactive wild child.
[Side note about the new daycare teacher: she seems nice and all, but my favorite daycare teacher – the one who has taken care of both of my girls for the past 2.5 years, and who baby-sits them on a regular basis, and is the only person other than my parents who has kept both of my kids overnight? She got fired last week. Don’t even get me started on THAT, because it pisses me off to no end.]
We went to my parents’ house for dinner. Normally Lucy would be all over the place, making a mess of my mom’s kitchen cabinets, playing with some awful loud toy that’s been banned from my house, or demanding to go in the backyard to explore.
Instead, she lay down on the floor and tried to go to sleep. She had a fever and was obviously miserable.
The next couple of nights were rough. She had me up basically every 30 minutes to an hour, and it was pretty clear that she felt awful.
Since I couldn’t send her to daycare with a fever, she spent Wednesday and Thursday at my parents’ house. Thank god they live nearby and can take over when I have a sick kiddo so I can still work.
By yesterday afternoon, she seemed fine when I went to my parents’ house to pick her up. I mean, other than being spoiled rotten by them.
Since I had suffered through two miserable nights with her, my mom came over and spent the night to help out. She said that she would get up with the baby so I could actually function at work today.
Of course, since my mom was on standby, Lucy slept through the night. Little shit.
Long story short, I still don’t know what that was. Teething, a virus, some random WTF-itude to keep me on my toes.
I do know, however, that this kid might well be the death of me.
Rotten, I tell you. Just rotten.