Stuffy sucky luck- updated

Update: So her wonderful teacher was actualy completely accurate! Celia was wheezing. We had a rough night last night. I did not sleep at all and it really wasn't all Celia's fault. She fell asleep around 5:30 last night- should have been my first clue that something wasn't right. She woke up around 3 or 4 times, her fever was 101. I took her back to the doctor at 7 am. I saw a different doctor and she was very calm for him. He was able to hear wheezing. So she is on an antibiotic and nebulizer treatments. Pete's Dad is coming to stay with her tomorrow. I am so glad to have his family nearby. I hope Celia treats him well. She seems to be perking up since her neb treatment and didn't feel horrible today, just more tired and clingy. Normally I would just stay home with her but it is the first full week. I am torn, I would love to spend another day curled up with her. Sadly I know there will be other sick days. As for me, I am also sick. I had the worst night with sinus and ear pain, so bad that I seriously considered going to the ER. Everytime I coughed or tried to blow my nose, I thought I was going to pass out. It took a few hours but the drugs that I popped kicked in, but I couldn't sleep. In anycase Celia and I went from her doctor to my doctor and ended up with an antibiotic for each of us.

So do you remember how we started school last year? Read here. Do you remember how we ended the school year?? Read here. You can only guess where this is going. Yes that is right on the night before the first day that I had students I got hit with a horrid cold. I think I caught it from Celia's daycare class but Celia didn't really start until Thursday with her cold. It seems to be the same one of course. It is the kind of no appetite, walk in a fog colds. Well at least for me, Celia is going with the "feed a cold" theory evidently. She has been battling this thing hard and this morning I thought she had turned the corner. I should mention that Pete is in Texas on business so I am the only one here to take off if Celia is sick. It all is bad timing, but I never imagined we would get sick this early. You know, because that never happens... I should have read my blog. In anycase I get a call from her school today that Celia is wheezing. The last time Celia wheezed was when she had RSV and didn't eat for 8 days. Celia doesn't do that. Her teacher was nice and not all that worried and said she was actualy okay to stay but that maybe I should make a doctor's appointment. Wheezing to me, as a severe child and adult asthmatic (outgrew it though after having Celia!), means not breathing very well. So I talked her pediatrician's office and they were able to fit me in with in an hour.
I got to daycare and Celia didn't want to go home, she was tired, but not looking that bad. So off to the doctor we went to find out that she has a cold. I was a little bit excited to hear that it was a cold without an ear infection. I know she could still get an ear infection from this gunky cold, but 6 months ago this would have been double ear infections. This is a horrid cold, I haven't felt this gunky in years. No wheezing or anything in Celia's chest. I called her school to relay the information and let them know that honestly I do appreciate that they are that diligent with the kids. I would have rather made the trip just to be safe and next time they tell me she can wait until after work to go to the doctor, I will wait and not panic. The truth is, Celia is my daughter and I half expect at some point that she will blow up with hives and wheeze. I don't want that but anyone that knows me, knows that was who I was as a kid. Maybe the near 2 years of breastmilk will have paid off...
So Celia is fine, better then I have seen her in days. Of course she had only a 20 min. nap at the doctor's office. So to bed early for her tonight. She is over at my neighbor's house playing right now and I should be doing school work. I am overwhelmed with that. I don't know what to do with these kids. They are awesome as far as behavior goes, okay one is showing some problems, but really nothing bad. It is the high academic work and the crud that is making me feel horrid. If I could just kick this cold, I would be able to think alot more!!
As I drove home today though I really started thinking about part time work yet again. So I go back to that thinking. I think that I should make those decisions when I feel better.

"Nuss", Ankle Socks and Murder

Celia evidently wants to practice her sking. She was enjoying standing up on our stool and practicing her balance. So for the first time in Celia's short life, she only "Nuss"ed (nursed) 1x today! Am I weaning? Sort of. I have all along really wanted Celia to wean herself. I have been more then happy that we didn't stop at 1 year because a few times Celia would likely have had to take a trip to the ER for dehydration if she hadn't been nursing while sick. That alone makes me realize that at least for me, nursing was worth it!! But a few days ago I decided that it was time for me to get her down to 2x (in the morning and before bed) a day, or at least see if I could do it. So today she came home and really wanted to "nuss" but I talked her through it and I told her that we could do that after dinner. I expected her to ask after dinner, instead she asked to go upstairs. So we went upstairs, I read her a ton of books. We hugged and cuddled for a long time- no mention of "nuss". I put her in her crib and although she was pissed, she didn't ask. She didn't ask! So we will see if this is just a fluke.

Ankle Socks- I walked from my house today to get Celia at daycare. As I am walking, I looked down and noticed my socks. I had to buy some socks that came above my sneaker because I had a bloody mess after a training one weekend because my socks slipped below the sneaker. So I noticed that I was wearing capri length wind pants and these socks that looked a bit ridiculous. But they will have to look ridiculous. I am not exactly a fashion diva however socks are my thing. I have all different kinds of socks and typically I hate my socks to show above my sneaker. Somewhere along the way, function has become more important!

Murder you ask.

Our neighbor was smothered by her son on Monday. He was mentally ill and I had seen him around sometime, but never said a word for him. I had seen him running and honestly thought he lived somewhere else. His Mom was very nice but I only talked to her a couple times. So we really had no connections but it is scary. It is scary when it is so very close to your home. We have found out that he son threw a cement block in a police officer's car while the officer was in the car last week.

Today I saw friends and family going into the house, heads down, and not wanting to make eye contact. My heart hurt for them because they are going through a double loss. The son is going away for a very long time and his Mom is gone forever. I think there is a slight feel of shame in that kind of situation too. I just can't imagine it. I can't imagine what her last moments were like knowing that the person that she loved the most was doing that to her.

It also makes me think that really we don't know our neighbors. We didn't know them and they lived not too far at all from us, only a few doors away!

It is sad, very sad, our thoughts are with the family.

I also learned this week that my classroom may be moving. The commute will not be fun for me and I am bummed. Why can't things just be easy?? I don't plan on working full time if we have a second kid so maybe this is a sign, I don't know. I do know that I want to continue working with this group of kids and my assistant. So I will see it through I suppose for at least another school year.

MENSA

The MENSA logo is on because I know that my daughter could be a member, she really could. However I don't believe in those sort of things so we will not be testing her at this time. So why do I think Celia should be in MENSA.

Well the following things.

She has an expanding vocabulary that includes the words- school, daddy, mommy, car, snack, splash, good girl (the phrase), Milo (My oh is her lovey that she sleeps with), Shoes, Shit, baby, Mom Mom, awe, up, diaper (diappy).

There are probably somemore.

Oh wait you noticed the 4 letter word she says, that will be explained later.

Okay well the biggest clue to how smart she is came this evening while we were reading one of her books. Celia pointed to a frog and I said, "Oh you see the froggy". Then I said "I see the ducky" and Celia put her finger on the duck. I said "I see David" and Celia put her finger on David. I then said "I see the froggy" and she put her finger on the frog. My daughter is a genius. She has even stopped eating my hair (okay she has cut back, but my hair is tasty).

We also played again today with a small squirt bottle. She tried to stick it in my mouth like I was a baby. So I started to cry. Everytime I cried she put it in my mouth. Now she could have just wanted to shut me up but she followed it once with a hug and an "awe" so I am thinking she was playing along. Now granted after the hug she basically lost interest in feeding me and insisted upon "na" or nursing.

Okay back to the shit. Yes my daughter said shit today, it was clear and it was my fault. Celia smashed sweet potatoes and a quesadilla together then dropped multiple pieces on the floor. I said "shit" because it was quite the mess. She then dropped one more piece and said "shit", then smiled. Nice, real, nice. The word wasn't repeated the rest of the evening. Since my Mom has a habit of saying "oh shit", I am blaming the situation on her. I blame it on her simply because I heard it so much growing up because she primarily said it when we were lost and well if you know me, you can guess that we were always lost.. So "oh shit" is drilled in my head that shit comes out easily. And of course the mother is always blamed...

Celia did talk to Mom Mom on the phone today. She was quite a chatterbox today after school. She talked to daddy and said Da Da and she said "ma ma" for Mom Mom.

My classroom is still about the same. Things are likely getting better but between the dragging kids by their feet to the bathroom, learning puppetry to gain their attention, and being the entertainment of the cafeteria I am exhausted. But... I am having fun. I like the group despite their craziness. It is an adventure. I will survive the year, beyond that I am not sure. Celia loves daycare so I go through the day with a very good feeling because she would actualy prefer to be then anywhere else on somedays (honestly!!). If she would only nap longer for them situation would be perfect.