So this week has been so freaking draining. Draining my energy, draining my patience, draining my body of everything good basically. John has been in Georgia all week for some medical testing and so I’ve been here by myself with Easton. Of course, he gets sick, so all this week I’ve been getting hardly any sleep because of EJ being sick. Most of the nights weren’t too bad–I’d get woken up every few hours and just have to give him back his pacifier and he’d go back to sleep. Well, two nights ago he really couldn’t breathe at all cuz he’s so congested, and being he’s only 6 months old, he doesn’t know how to blow his nose to get all that crap out. I have to suction it out. If any of you have kids or have had to do this, you know it’s not fun. He just screams at the top of his lungs when I do it and I feel horrible, but you know buddy, it’s going to help you breathe! Well, that night his nose was so irritated I was getting some blood with his snot, so I didn’t want to suction unless I absolutely had too. That night I got a 1 1/2 hour stretch of sleep and the rest of the night he woke me up every 30 minutes or maybe an hour. I was so exhausted. He was too as he took a lot of naps the next day, but I felt horrible. Last night was a lot better. I used some medicated nose drops (which, technically it says for 2+ years but I only used 1 drop instead of 2-3) and he only woke me up once in the middle of the night and it was because he had rolled over onto his belly and got upset.
Thankfully, John is coming home tonight so I can finally get a break! I also had to work tonight so I had a baby sitter (one of John’s co-workers) and Easton also got his 6-month shots today. So, on top of the pain from the shots, being tired and sick, I get a call from them 5 minutes before I’m supposed to clock in and EJ is just screaming at the top of his lungs. I told them to give him some baby Advil to see if that would help. I go to work and just feel so bad! He’s had such a rough day and I have to leave him with strangers! I told my manager I would need to leave if they had problems. Well, about an hour into my shift she has me call to check up on them. He’s doing better but still a little on the edge of having another fit, so my manager tells me I can leave once the clothes out of the fitting rooms are put away. Well, that takes forever and finally when I’m done I go tell her and she asks if I can stay. She already had called someone in to take my place, so she wouldn’t be short a person and another girl that’s good at the register was already there. I’m like, I really don’t want to have to call them back again and tell them I’m not coming. She says fine, but isn’t happy. She asks if she needs to find someone to cover the rest of my shifts. Um… why? I was on the verge of crying because I get emotional very quickly and really wanted to say that if it came between the store and my son, um, I’d choose my son! I understand that the store’s a mess but there’s already someone else here so you’re not short a person and my son is having a rough time. I’m not going to abandon him, sorry.
And this girl I consider a friend and has watched Easton before too. *sigh* I just got frustrated and kinda walked out. I just hope she realizes I have to choose my son over work, you know?