Wasn’t cut out to be a nurse June 25, 2009
Posted by erinfrances in Being a mama, Kind of unreasonable.Tags: 1 year
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We were just walking around our house in our white-trash-like, summer best to avoid turning the air conditioning on. Between flapping our shirts and standing in front of the fridge, we noticed Alice was ticked off. And hot.
Really hot. So we turned on the A/C, telling a whiny Alice that the next power bill would be coming out of any college fund we may or may not be able to afford to throw pennies at years from now (we operate on the
assumption that college debt makes you stronger. It’ll also be 17 years before our college loans are paid off. We’re damn strong).
But even after the house boasted a manageable, humidity-free 72 degrees, she was still burning. Oh, crap. Crap, crap, I believe was my reaction. Followed quickly by: NOT AGAIN. IF SHE VOMITS, I AM SO OUT OF HERE.
But that was Monday night.
No, there wasn’t vomit.
But there wasn’t anything else, either. Just 6:30 p.m. bedtimes, not eating much, nothing the doctor could find, nothing but an occasional low-grade fever.
And here was my horrible mistake: Google.
Do not Google these symptoms and the words “baby” or “teething” or something. You run across not helpful sites, but crazies in forums on Web sites from the UK, and you sit there trying to decipher and diagnose and pretty soon you start to recognize the strain in their voices — because the strain’s in your voice — and then you realize: YOU’RE IN IT. You’re so complicit in this. You ARE a crazy.
That’s why I closed the Web browser. I’d rather not know. This new method of parenting, online … I can’t. I can’t do it.
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