The Tragic Optimist


There’s something so sad about a sick baby. Zoe’s just got a little cold, but it’s breaking my heart. She keeps trying to be her usual happy playful self, grabbing at toys and babbling, but then her nose will stop up, and she’ll get this confused look on her face, or she’ll start coughing and look hurt that the universe would be doing this to her. Just a bit ago, I was rocking her and she looked at me with an expression of “seriously, mom, what the hell is up with this? It’s really not cool.” The good news is that she’s sleeping well at night, and she’s better today than she was yesterday. But I really wish I could explain the concept of blowing your nose, and reassure her that this will go away (and hopefully sooner rather than later).
Updated – to add this charming story to illustrate how tough it is for Zoe, and how sweet she’s being despite that. I tried to feed her after she wokke up from her nap. The problem being that it’s apparently hard to nurse when you can’t breathe through your nose. So she’d take a few swallows, then pop off to catch her breath. But she popped off just as my milk let down and sprayed everywhere. There was milk squirting in about 8 different directions (side note: breasts are super cool). She and I were both surprised and I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Zoe heard me laugh and got a huge grin on her milk and snot covered face. We grinned at each other for a minute before she leaned in to try nursing again and repeated the whole process. Lather, rinse, and repeat.

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