This article below is so true. I can be such a judgmental ass. Still am, but I feel like I’m slightly less of one after having my kid.
My husband and I were just talking about this yesterday. Butters is on cold number 872 for the year. The other morning, I went in to get him out of bed and I saw a mini Hitler ‘stache staring back at me. There was a perfect mustache-shaped patch of crusted snot mixed with black fuzzies from his blanket. I tried taking a picture but he was pretty pissed, clearly not sharing my view and humor of the situation.
It has been nonstop cold after cold. I knew the first year would have lots of colds, I just didn’t think it would be THIS MANY. I figured, we are pretty clean people, sure my house looks like a bomb went off at times, but a clean bomb. Under the toys and yesterday’s bottles, the floor is recently vacuumed and I go through Lysol wipes like crazy. We’re not hoarders, I breastfed for 8 months, we don’t smoke, cook meth, or have infestations. He is otherwise a stout and healthy kid. Apparently none of that matters. He is still a little petri dish of disease. I just pray to all things holy that next year is better. With every cold he is building more and more immunities right? At the same time, when he is sick I am building up my antioxidant levels from my increasing intake of red wine. So really it’s a win/win