Single Parenting

The Husband is in D.C. enjoying a guy weekend with one of his close friends. I'm glad he is having a good time but honestly this single parenting experiment has been quite an adventure. It's a little tough not having the Husband around to provide me with little breaks from the cub or to allow me to sleep a few extra minutes in the morning. It's also been a little lonely putting the cub to bed at night. We have a routine: bath, book/story time, bottle, then bed. Originally the Husband and I would bathe our son together then I would sing or read Antonio to sleep while he drank his last bottle. Well, some weeks ago Antonio demanded that the Husband stay for the last part. Since then after Antonio's bath the Husband and I complete the routine together.

This has been a most interesting weekend to have the Husband away. On Thursday evening we noticed a weird rash on Antonio's leg. We went to see his doctor on Friday and they couldn't confirm what was wrong. We haven't introduced anything new to Antonio in a while so I was really at a lost. Saturday after the cub's first nap we noticed new rashes on his legs  and hands. After speaking with my doctor's office I took him to the hospital. Let me tell you handling a 10 month old that loves to crawl/walk around at any given moment is no fun at a hospital. Not to mention trying to handle him while filling out all the proper paperwork.  The entire time we were there I kept wishing I had someone to help out with the cub while I handled everything.

The end result is apparently he has hives. We can't pinpoint the cause. So of course this means I came home and washed everything and wiped down every surface in Antonio's room and play area. Needless to say after I put the cub to bed last night I was dog tired. Like clockwork the sweet giggles of my cub came through the baby monitor promptly at 7:00 AM. Every cell in my body wanted to continue to lay in bed but I lacked a wonderful husband to turn to and say "your turn to get the baby". I'm sure I sound spoiled and I am willing to admit this. I've always believed that it's the small things that count and this weekend has strengthened that belief. Very small things like handing me the Vaseline while I change Antonio's diaper make a world of a difference. Not to mention I seem to always forget to grab his diapers for his diaper caddy. I ran up and down my stairs so much this weekend my legs are actually tired. Of course these trips included my cub on my hip because I had no one to supervise him while I ran back and forth retrieving things I forgot to grab. Spoiled I tell you. Single parents across the world deserve a holiday. Heck several holidays. It's only been two days and not even a full two days and I am exhausted.

Oh and the hives seem to already be improving and Antonio is doing great.