Sickness and Road Trip Rambles

I remember when the drive to and from Redding felt so long. Now, once we get to Redding after 2.5 hours in the car, we know that we only have 1.5 hours left until we reach Yreka. Haha. It’s all about perspective, I guess.

Right now it is 7:45 am and Michael has been driving since 5 am. Mish is sleeping in the back and Charlie is looking over the seat at me, wondering what that clicking sound is (my keyboard). He usually sleeps, with random bouts of looking out the window or licking Michelle’s feet.

Last Monday on our drive home Mish had woken up to day 2 of a bad cold bug, and she barely slept more than 30 minute intervals. The drive was so bad on her head (the elevation changes once we hit Redding are killer if you’re congested – driving up the Mountain and then back down), that all she did was cry and fuss. I felt so bad for her. I felt even worse for her when we drove back to the Bay Area on Friday when I was the one congested. I then knew how bad that drive really was for her, and I don’t blame her for not being able to sleep or get comfortable. This cold is killer; it consists of congestion with a runny nose (how?!), sore throat and coughing, and headaches.

Michelle has almost kicked the cold (it’s been a week of bad nights and round the clock nursing. My milk supply is way too much now), but now I’m fighting it off. I think if I got sick first, I could have kicked it quicker, and then she would have some of my immunities…but alas, she got sick first and drained my body of nutrients while she nursed 24/7. Lol. I don’t blame her though, she can’t control getting sick, and the most comforting thing she knows of doing is nursing in Mama’s arms. She’s even been asking for it while we are driving, and will cry until we pull over. That part’s not cool. She’s having trouble soothing herself when she gets restless. Hopefully she feels better this week and we can all get some much needed rest.

I’m a little worried that my body will be tricked into thinking I’m not fit to get pregnant yet, because it’s been getting sucked dry, and then I got ill. Last night Mish cried to nurse, and I let her for a bit. But then I started getting cramps in my lower stomach (uterus?) and got freaked. How on earth will I wean this child? I don’t want her to feel like I’m just ripping her off the boob and throwing her to the wolves, but slowly cutting back hasn’t seemed to work. We were down to mornings, nap, nighttime nursing sessions (sometimes skipping one or the other), but then it picked up big time when she got sick.

Man, this blog entry sure was rambly. Rambling? I rambled. Woo.