Here's my humdinger...
It was inevitable. Anna got the funk - the daycare funk. For over 6 months, my precious baby has been funk free (excluding her funky diapers and up-chuck). I was very happy that we avoided the nasty Flu/RSV season (thanks to my Father-in-Law and wonderful sister who watched Anna while I was at work). After only two days of daycare, Anna came down with the nasty, snotty, cough-y funk. It's hard seeing my baby sick like that, but that's not the strangest part to this lil' story.
In the wee hours on Wednesday morning, I was having a bizarre dream that involved a homeless man who had many cancerous lesions on his arms and hands. I promise I didn't hit the crack pipe prior to falling asleep - my mind just churns out this weird crap while I sleep. Anywho, in my dream this homeless man was asking for spare change. When I reached up to give him the spare change, all of a sudden someone shouted my name - NATALIE - at the top of her lungs. I swear to God it was plain as day. It was so loud that it woke me up from my bizarre dream, made me scream out loud which, in turn, woke Joe up and had me rattled beyond belief. I just sat there in the dark for a minute wondering what the feck had just happened.
Nature called, so I did my duty. Halfway through the nature call I got this sickening feeling that something was wrong with Anna. I jumped up, not even sure if I finished my business, and ran over to Anna's pack-n-play (she still sleeps in our room b/c mama likes it that way - for now). My poor baby was wheezing and hardly able to breathe. She was struggling - bad. This weird calm came over me, and I took her into the bathroom, ran a steamy shower w/ the heater on and waited for the funky gunk to clear from her lungs.
There are many oddities to this story.
1) I was dreaming about a lesioned homeless man.
2) My name was called out - was it a dream, a guardian angel, an acid trip gone bad (totally kidding about that). The voice sounded very much like my mom's voice.
3) Had I not woken up, what would've happened to Anna? The thought scares me to death.
4) I remained calm. Why is this odd? I'm the queen of over-reaction. I'm literally paralyzed in emergency situations. If I were an ER Doctor I'd be the one who would be sitting behind the curtains crying and curled up into a fetal position.
On another note, my sister said her fire alarm in her house went off right around the time all of this went down. Coincidence? Methinks God was trying to tell us something. It's one of those freaky-deaky things that happens that makes you go - whaa?
The good news is that Anna is much better. She had some snot issues yesterday, but I'm thinking she is suffering from sinus issues moreso than anything else. She has no fever and her lungs sound clear (my sister listened to her lungs today - she's a Respiratory Therapist). I don't want to be alarmist and take her to the pedi for every snot issue - I hope that doesn't make me a bad mother? Yes? No? Maybe?
Anywho, that was my humdinger. I was dreaming about cancerous lesions. I heard a voice which woke me up from a dead sleep - very odd and a tad bit freaky. Anna had the funk.
Cliff's Note version for you skimmers out there (ahem, Allison).
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