Christmas Day
Christmas Day was not magical. I am not complaining, I am just being realistic. Not everyday is a good day, for you or for your child, and Christmas Day wasn't a great day for Noah or for me.
My day started with me waking up an hour earlier than Noah so we can go to church (which we've skipped for the past month to avoid Noah either spreading his germs while he's sick, or getting sick from the nursery when he's healthy). I rushed around all morning, but somehow we were still late for church.
We never put Noah in the church nursery without either me or my mom staying in there with him. He is doing a lot better with his separation anxiety, but he still needs someone around that he can trust. I had separation anxiety when I was younger, and it's very very real, and very very scary, so I would never force Noah to just "deal" with it. He wouldn't be able to. He would just scream and scream until I appeared again, and then he would likely end up becoming very clingy again because the trust would be broken. The nursery workers have a hard time believing it, because when I'm in the nursery Noah will sometimes seem to pay no attention to me at all. But if I leave, it's game over. He gets really scared and doesn't want anyone to touch him and won't calm down for anyone but me.
So on Christmas Day we brought Noah into church with us, because I wanted to be able to enjoy the Christmas service (we missed all of Advent). Noah did really well in church, sitting on my lap for almost an hour. Unfortunately our services always last at least an hour and 15 minutes, sometimes an hour and a half. So Noah started to get antsy. I was sitting the furthest in the pew, and Justin was on the outside, so he said "I'll go out with him." I said thanks, and then settled back to enjoy the rest of the service.
A few minutes later Justin appears. Alone. He said Noah just walked right into the nursery and didn't pay any attention to him, and it's not like he was going to hang out in there (oh heaven forbid), so he came back in. I was shocked, because Justin is usually very sensitive to things like this, but he seemed completely unconcerned. I told him that of course Noah walked in and paid no attention to him - he thought his Dad was going to stay in there with him. How could he leave him in a room full of complete strangers?? As soon as he realizes there's no one there he knows, he's going to lose it! And Justin didn't even sign him in, so they didn't have a number to put up on the screen to page us. And we were sitting at the very front of the church.
Of course, I hoped I was wrong. I hoped he'd be okay. I was going to go out to check on him, but my mom had to go to the bathroom so she said she'd do it.
Five minutes later she came back holding Noah, who had a red, blotchy, tear-stained face, and was shuddering and crying softly. He saw me and softly sobbed "Mamaaaaa" and lunged for me. Apparently he was bawling and even Granny staying in the nursery with him wasn't good enough anymore by that point. He needed his Mom. He asked to nurse, and obviously I didn't give a crap that I was sitting in the front row of the church and we were all about to stand up to sing. I nursed him.
So we left church, and Justin was feeling bad, and I was feeling sad for Noah, who seemed exhausted from his cry even though he was still hours from his normal naptime. He fell asleep in the car at 11:50, which was way too early for him to nap. We drove around for awhile, and he only napped for half an hour.
Then we went to my aunt and uncle's, where we find out after being there for awhile that that 75% of the people there were exposed to the stomach flu the night before. So then we had possibly been exposed to the stomach flu. Wonderful. We leave pretty much as soon as we found this out, because I am terrified of the stomach flu after getting it three times last winter (and it turned out that 3 of the 6 people in my aunt and uncle's family started throwing up the next day).
Then we went to my inlaws'. Noah acted so strange all day. He wasn't really acting interested in present opening, which was the opposite of the day before. And as the day goes on he got more congested and his nose got runnier and he started getting a fever. He hardly ate anything, and he generally acted very out of sorts, the way he acts when he's about to get very sick. He was actually asking to go home, so we left early.
At home he seemed totally fine, and played with his kitchen for an hour. This made me happier, because it seemed like he just wanted to go home, and maybe he actually felt okay. But I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off putting Christmas presents away and having to reorganize and pack away some dishes and toys to fit other things.
Then after bathtime Noah's whole body was hot, but he was shivering like crazy. Then it seemed like maybe he was about to throw up. I took his temp and it was 98.6, but he felt a lot hotter and I find sometimes the forehead thermometer doesn't work properly, so I took his temp again on the other side and it was 102. That felt a lot closer to what he actually felt like to the touch. So that made me feel even worse.
Then when I was nursing him to sleep (he was tired enough that he was falling asleep quickly, but 9 nights out of 10 he goes in his crib awake) he conked out right away, but his body kept jerking, which was probably from sleep, but I was terrified the whole time that he was about to throw up.
I couldn't fall asleep that night because I was so scared that we were all going to start barfing in the middle of the night. For some reason I always wake up with the stomach flu around 2am.
Luckily Noah slept 11.5 hours straight, and the next morning we were all still healthy.
All's well that ends well.
Boxing Day
On Boxing Day we were at my parents' house all day long. All my siblings and their spouses were there. It was great to see everyone, especially since I hadn't seen Nick and Hilary and their kids since Thanksgiving. Noah had a great time playing with Elijah (exactly a year older than Noah) and Josiah (14 months). Elijah was really into Noah. He even wanted him to stay overnight with him at Granny and Gramper's and sleep in the other single bed in the room (ha, yeah right). They first started really playing together this past summer. Before that, Elijah wanted nothing to do with Noah because he seemed too much younger than him. I was cute to see how much Elijah liked Noah this Christmas.
It was also so interesting to watch them, because Noah definitely appears to be ahead of Elijah, intellectually. He talks much more, knows all his shapes, all his colours, all his animals and their sounds, and all of his letters. Elijah knows a few animals and animal sounds, and a few colours, but those are all recent acquirements. It's just so interesting to me to see how different kids develop.
I was a little concerned about the napping situation as Christmas approached. I hate letting Noah cry it out in a strange place (he doesn't cry much, if at all, before he sleeps at our house), but I never nurse him to sleep for a nap anymore, so I had no idea how he was going to have a nap at my parents' house (because yes, he would certainly cry if I plopped him in the crib and left the room). Turns out, he didn't.
I tried. I kept telling him that he was going to nap in the crib, that Mommy would just be downstairs and would come get him after he slept. But he looked really freaked out, and kept softly crying and saying "Nooooo, noooo." I nursed him in the rocker to try and calm him down, but then just decided not to put him in the crib. I just felt too bad doing it when he seemed so scared. I tried to coax him to fall asleep in my arms, nursing, and he seemed like he did. But only for 5 minutes.
So he didn't nap, but he was a complete angel, as usual. I have said it before and I'll say it again - I love being around Elijah and Josiah (my nephews) because they make Noah look so good. It helps remind me what a good kid I have, and reinforces the parenting decisions
At the end of the night as we were leaving, my mom was saying thanks to me for my patience (not sure why) and I said "Yeah, my kid only slept 5 minutes the whole day." My brother Nick (Elijah and Josiah's dad), who is the type of person who always thinks he's right and I can rarely do anything right according to him, said, "Yeah, but he was an ANGEL! Seriously, your kid is PERFECT!" I said, "Well, he has his moments, but he IS pretty darn good." I'm so proud of Noah in situations like this.
It was interesting, because on Boxing Day I was asking him at 7:30 if he wanted to go home, and he kept saying No. On Christmas Day, HE was asking to go home. His behaviour was so different on the two days. Apparently he did not enjoy the get together at my inlaws'.
The three cousins on Boxing Day:
Noah (21 months), Josiah (14 months), and Elijah (33 months)
Josiah is screaming, as usual.
Noah doesn't know what to do, because my brother Nick was holding him there, and he is not so sure about Uncle Nick.
And Elijah bails:
Freakishly similar to last year (when Elijah was Noah's exact age):
Elijah: "I will cut you."
Interestingly, last year Noah was 9 months and barely slept the whole day (maybe half an hour total), and was extremely pleasant that day as well.
And Elijah bails again:
"Get these babies away from me!!"
Those pictures crack me up.
Next year there will be a 7 or 8 month old little boy added to the picture (from Nick and Hilary), and maybe a couple of newborns. I would love to have a baby by the end of 2012, and my other brother and his wife went off the pill and are going to see what happens, so I guess we'll just have to wait and see!!
(Noah is sick right now (his 17th illness), but nothing major. He got it from Justin, who has had a chest cold for weeks. I have somehow managed to avoid it. I'm telling you, these supplements work magic!)