Monthly Archives: March 2012

Baby’s fever: 40.1 degrees celsius_Higher bid? Anyone?

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Portrait of 1-year-old baby girl

Portrait of 1-year-old baby girl (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Remember yesterday, the part where I cried all morning. I also cried all afternoon at my mommy’s feet just to be carried.

Later that day, Daddy came back from work. “The baby is hot!” He said to Mommy. “Have you given him any medicine?”

I stopped crying and sighed with relief, finally someone was listening to me. I am sure this happened to you to. You spend all day and all night crying but nobody thinks of asking you this simple question: How do you feel baby?

Mommy opened her eyes quite wide. “The baby has a temperature?” She repeated slowly. “I did not realise.  He cried all day but I just thought he was under the weather.” She sighed.” Oh it must just be his teeth let’s give him the usual medicine.” She added.

When I heard that I stuck close to my Daddy… Mommy just had no idea what was going on with me today.

One hour later, despite the medicine. My official temperature was 39.4 degrees.

“Hmm the baby still looks off colour, we should be thinking of going to the hospital.”

Mommy “Oh no rush, it must be his teeth. Let’s just wait another hour.”

Daddy shook his head. He was not convinced, neither was I. So I did what I had to do: I rolled my eyes, and stopped playing. Suddenly they knew I meant business, especially Mommy. They threw me in my car seat and Daddy drove very fast to take me to the hospital.  When we arrived there my temperature was up to 40.1 degrees. Mommy pulled her hair with guilt and Daddy sighed with relief. And me, I was happy I rolled my eyes, there is nothing like a good show for people to start believing you.

Note to all my baby followers: At the next chest infection cry, roll your eyes but most importantly stop playing.

Note to Daddy: I love you Daddy. Thanks for listening.

Crying baby: A bad day all round…

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A toddler girl crying

A toddler girl crying (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Since this morning I don’t feel that good. Mommy took me to a playgroup this morning despite having temperature all night (39.5 degrees! I know. I am tough hey) . So we went to the last playgroup of the week: The Freaky Friday Playgroup (FFP) where all the kids run around like maniacs: Screaming “Yeah” and crying “Waahh”.

The playgroup did not start well either. First when we arrived Mommy put me down on the floor with other children: I cried.

Then this little boy with hair the colour of the sun was playing happily and quietly with a long train track of at least three full feet. Me I came and I helped him: I took the train from the train track because of engineering difficulties out of his control. The little boy snatched the train back from me:  I cried. (I am not a wimp; he was two-years old and I am just 11 months old. Remember!)

Then came his mother. “You have to be nice, don’t snatch. We share because we are nice. He is younger than you. Be nice and give back the train.”  The little boy resisted. He even screamed.  Then his mother snatched the train back from him and gave the train to me: The little boy cried. I stopped crying. Tough day all round hey!

Then two and half year old little Lucas on the other side of the room had a screaming fit, arching himself on the floor. It took three people to restrain him, one of them being the old lady supervising the playgroup. She ended up with a broken arm. He was restrained: He cried. He was not happy. His mom told him to stop bashing the metal car on little Peter who was accepting it quite stoically.

You follow me fellow babies this was a very bad day for every toddler.

Then the usual French couple arrived Pierre and Marie with their twins Sophie and Gerard. They did not look good either, parents and children. The parents were blowing their nose with a white big napkin and then finishing it off by blowing the nose of their offspring.  The white napkin turned green with… well you know. I cried.

Bad day!

I was trying to get through this difficult playgroup. While I was minding my own business popping little figures out of the pop up toy when this little blond girl with a bob looking like an angel snatched it from me. I looked straight away at my mommy. She did nothing. I cried. She still did nothing. I turned my attention to another pop up toy. The little blond angelic face grabbed this one as well with her left hand, but still kept the other toy in her right arm. How many toys did she need? I watched Mommy. She did nothing. I cried.

Mommy looked at me. “Take it back” shouted Mommy, “Take it back!”

“Keep it!” shouted the mum of the little blond Angelic face.

I cried even more. So much tension, I was exhausted and hot. Mommy gave up trying to convince me to snatch back the toy. She picked me up from the floor and gave me a big hug. A really big hug.

I cried. Bad day hey! I am not feeling so well today. I just felt like crying.

Note to Mommy: I love you.