My Lady of the Lantern

My boy turned 30 months old this week. Can you believe it? I am gradually coming out of the stage, where none of my children are in infancy.  And while almost everyone I meet says that they miss their baby days, I honestly don't. M has a case of upset bowels, attributed to the heat wave we are experiencing.  He is very smart and resourceful, and a sharer (doesn't let anyone touch his cars though). Thursday evening, he was hankering for biscuits (not giving him because of his upset stomach), and when I eventually gave him the jar, he took for himself and his sister, even though she hadn't asked. Went to her, gave her the biscuit, and both of them sat on the sofa and ate. That entire thing lasted for less than 10 minutes, but I had a complete moment of melt looking at them this way.  I had a dream sometime this week, in which we as a family along with my in-laws have gone somewhere to attend a wedding. We have two rooms at a resort, and the rooms are far ap...

Ummm...no big fluff of joy at the house we saw yesterday. DH will most likely talk to the landlord. If the rental is re-negotiated, we might not switch eventually.  On the other hand, the new antibiotics have improved my situation. I am happy about that. Since yesterday, I have a lingering bitter taste in my mouth. It is just one of the side-effects of the antibiotics, and since they will be my partners in different combinations for the coming month, something I just have to make peace with. I have now also been able to pin that the general sense of fatigue I have, the feeling of stiffness I get every morning when I get from bed, and the dull pain in my legs, something that I have felt but ignored for long, are just outcomes of the anemia.  My in-laws leave tomorrow. I have been craving a quiet, peaceful, back-to-my-space kind of feeling for a while. I have firmly practised patience, leaving DH to deal with stuff I wouldn't want to bother with. It helps.

A couple of posts back I had mentioned the good fortune of suffering a particular infection every cycle. Since then, I have undergone a neat battery of blood tests and two visits to the doctor.  For one, the infection is bacterial. For two, my hemoglobin has tanked to 7.8 ( no wonder my immunity is haywire ).   The doctor got a test for typing of anemia, and it appears to be iron deficiency anemia, possibly from my body not absorbing iron properly.  I finished about a week's prescription before realizing that my situation was not improving, so yesterday I got another prescription. My anti-biotic has changed, and there is a plethora of supplements to go with it ( and the iron supplement is a 3 month course ).  I feel embarrassed and I feel afraid having the infection lest I pass it on to Figlia.  My sleep has wonked up again. I tend to wake up anytime between 3:00 am - 4:30 am, and I have the urge to freshen up. I do eventually go back to sle...

I have finished my course of medicines for the yeast infection, but the medicine is known to cause B-Complex deficiency, and whatever good I had done with the supplements I took just before seems to have regressed.  Also, I had an unexpected case of upset bowels on Saturday night, and luckily I had medicine for it. So, I have started that, and I now have a metallic taste in my mouth. Even water tastes awful now. My in-laws are here, and would be with us for almost a month. M ran a low grade fever today morning, which I peg on exhaustion.  DH turned 4-0 yesterday. I hope his midlife crisis is over, coz I am about to ring in. I can feel it.  

I seriously believed I was psyching myself to a UTI every cycle.  I feel so proud of announcing that this time I am running a second infection within the same cycle.  And it is a yeast infection.  The source is still not clear, but if poor immunity, and poor eating habits, and stress are contributory I would be a singing nightingale already.  My sweet craving had spiked up lately, and I was eating ice-cream almost every day lately and I do think that raised sugar consumption contributed to it.  And, I am still recovering from a bad case of mouth ulcers.  I have a new prescription for the infection, and I will be taking yogurt/curd regularly for the next few days, remain alert for sugar consumption, and continue the B-complex.  Hurrah. 

I noticed recently that M is more into cuddly, soft toys than what Figlia was at this age. He carries the toys around, gives them kisses, and well, he slept with Winnie the Pooh besides him last night.  He is still not giving up his night feeds, even if he has had dinner. While he uses cups/tumbler with ease for water and juices, he refuses milk in any other thing but the bottle.  He has also voluntarily started asking for colours and crayons, and often scribbles on copies, and sometimes draws lines right across Figlia's work (which drives her up the wall). I bought her uniform last night, and while we were there, Figlia noticed the other stuff at the store, and kept asking me if she could have a new school bag, and other things. I explained to her that we buy new stuff only when the old one has gone bad. A common thing here is that lot of kids start a new grade with a new school bag/new compass box and stuff, but I have so far resisted doing it. I find it was...

Today, Figlia gave a bath to M. How cool is that! A short while ago, I had posted about M's recurrent cough and he had been subsequently kept at home (and not sent to daycare), and administered antibiotics. However, after his return to daycare, he has again been coughing a little.  We have decided to keep him home too, and now Gracy would have both the kids in her care. He is 2 years plus, and does not have the problems of infancy, but he is a moody eater, not yet potty trained and still takes bottles for feeds. Gracy would get a raise, and now daycare will become a back-up option for days she does not turn up.  The daycare also has a kindergarten, and when M starts school, we want to choose between the daycare, or sending M to Figlia's school. The former is convenient and familiar, and the latter is more formal, and once he enters the school, he wouldn't have to change schools later.  Our co-sleeping arrangements have changed such that while we are a...