Snot has hit in a big way at our household. Poor Mr. Lukie is the victim. I took him to his doctor yesterday, and luckily he simply has a cold. No ear infection, no chest infection...just a lot of snot. While we were at his appointment, the doctor informed me that it was time for Luke's second dose of his flu vaccination. She said it was no problem for him to get the shot while he was sick. Against my better judgment, I agreed for him to receive the second dose. Maybe it's a coincidence, but he has gotten worse since the shot. He's been spiking a fever, he's coughing, and is generally miserable.
No one got much sleep at our house last night. I know how awful the night can be when I have a cold, so I can only imagine what it's like for a baby. That is why Mark and I didn't mind too much that we were up most of the night trying to comfort Lukie. Around 3am, Luke was wide awake and causing all kinds of chaos in our bed. He was standing, holding on to our backboard when we heard a sound that made us groan: His paci falling down behind our bed.
Those of you who have children who take a pacifier know how tragic it can be when the paci goes missing. It's not a situation anyone can ignore. That is why I made sure to have extra ones on hand once we knew what style of paci Luke liked. We ordered six of them to be exact. I remember Mark saying -- we need this many?! I told him it never hurt to have some spares, and we joked that we had a stockpile for life.
Well, not so much.
Within a few months, we somehow found ourselves searching for pacifiers. The stockpile was gone. We wondered
, where have they all gone?! We searched our house to no avail. So we ordered more. I think it was eight this time. Counting the two we got from the hospital, we are now up to sixteen pacifiers
. Sixteen! Yet somehow, last night at 3am, that lone paci that fell behind our bed was the only one to be found in our house.
Mark got out of bed and was determined to find some pacifiers. I heard random banging around, shuffling of furniture, and then he appeared with a huge long pole in one hand, and a commercial sized flashlight in the other.
He seemed proud of himself, as he had located two pacifiers in his grand search. He had to move our bed, and use the pole to fish out the one Luke had thrown. After washing the pacifiers off, and putting away all his paci-searching paraphernalia, he came back to bed only to find Luke had fallen asleep and didn't need his paci anymore
. Sigh. We joke that we will be periodically finding pacifiers in random locations for the next twenty years.
In closing, I have to share the sweetest story of brotherly love. Nolan came home the other day and asked me if I could attend his school mass this week. I said sure. He went on to explain that their class is in charge of mass this week, and part of that involves bringing in their greatest treasure to share with the school during mass. He said,
I want to bring Luke in for my treasure. I totally started crying. It was the sweetest thing. How special that he views Luke has his most precious treasure! I am going to write that in Luke's baby book. Someday that will mean a lot to Luke.
On a sad note, due to Luke's illness taking a turn for the worse, I wasn't able to take Luke in for the mass today! I feel terrible about it. This morning I thought we could swing it, but as the day wore on I could tell Luke was in no shape to go to mass. Luckily, Nolan has a picture as a back up. I called his school so they can get him a message, but I still feel awful about having to cancel. I know he will be so disappointed. :( I am praying he took the news okay....
Get feeling better sweet Lukie, and Nolan I hope you understand why we couldn't come to mass <3