My sanity

My poor Evie Lou has been sick the last couple of days. Which means that she has required extra cuddles, kisses, walks, and rocking to make her comfortable, and I am more than happy to oblige. Yesterday she cried all day long because she just didn't feel well and no matter what I did it wasn't enough. Yesterday also happened to be the day that Dan didn't get home until 8:30 because he had an emergency come in at the clinic, which means that I was taking care of Evie all by myself all day long while she was MAD at the world. Because of all of that extra holding and walking, when I woke up this morning I felt like a semi had run me over during the night while I slept. A huge semi that was carrying train wheels or something super heavy. I could pin point to you on my back the EXACT vertebrae that is fractured because it feels swollen and like there are 3 of them. Hopefully that goes away soon. I definitely did too much yesterday, but I didn't really have a choice in the matter. I would do anything for that little girl, even brake my back, if it means it will make her a little happier. Also, I don't know if this is an over share, my precious baby girl had TWO disgusting diapers in a row yesterday. It made my eyes water it was so bad. Poor sick girl. I wonder what it would be like to have all of your needs taken care of by someone else at all times, especially when you're sick. I imagine it would be pretty awesome. In fact, that is what I am asking for for my birthday next year. A day where someone takes care of all my needs all day long. That would be fabulous. Yesterday I let Evie fall asleep in her swing, comfort nurse, sleep on my chest, and numerous other things that I always say "no" to under normal circumstances, but when your baby cries all day long you will do ANYTHING to get her to sleep. You know?

Evelyn is almost 6 months old! What!? How did that happen? She loves her baby einstein video and laughs and smiles through the whole thing, she LOVES her baths and thinks it's the funniest thing in the world when she splashes us, and she loves to cuddle and watch TV with me. I think I'm accidentally on purpose indoctrinating her to love 30 Rock and Gilmore Girls. Whatevs. We can't all be perfect parents.

So this post was a bit random, but I needed to get some stuff out for my own sanity (hence, the title) because I haven't left the house in a couple days and I'm in quite a bit of pain. Just know that Evie is just as cute as ever, if not more so, and I think she is starting to feel a little better (fingers crossed).

p.s. I have a rash/hives on my face. What? I bought some new face wash and apparently my face hates it. So glamorous, this life I lead.