Meeting Maizey May

Finally I got to surround myself with the delicate, intoxicating freshness of a newborn!  Born on January 23rd (Uncle Alex’s birthday) my sister and her husband welcomed in to this wild and crazy world a beautiful baby girl.  As previously mentioned, we were riddled with sickness and kept our distance from Little Miss Maizey May.  Finally, the sickness haze lifted and we were able to meet this precious addition. 

She’s soft, and sweet.  She smells like a newborn and I had no problem inhaling her scent.  It’s amazing how quickly you forget just how small newborns are.  Zane became the giant baby, walking around preforming such big kid tasks as Maizey was held and slept peacefully in our arms.  The girls adored her and loved holding her.  Noelle liked being the experienced one and guided her arms around Maizey easily. 

We all loved having another little one in the house and Maizey was passed around lovingly.  We were even about to get a picture (Noelle had put on pajama’s at this point and Zane had taken off his pants) of all the Goodhue Grandchildren. 

It was a great visit, only made better by the presence of a new little soul.  The next time we see Maizey see will have grown by leaps and bounds, but for now we will remember our first meeting and the sweet innocence that was her newborn perfection! 

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Validation

“Dude, I’m Sick"

All the kids are sick.  A mean, angry virus has invaded their little bodies.  Temperatures have crested 104 degrees with a wickedly bad cough.  The fever surrounds them and overtakes everything.  Their skin burns my hand when I caress them.  I can feel their tiny hearts beating rapidly and feel their chest rise and fall in deep shallow breaths. 

They lay around, drained and tired as they try to fight it.  Food is hard to get down and energy is gone.  Their eyes are tiny slits and pale skin dons rosy cheeks.  Bodies are surrounded in blankets from the chill then quickly shed as sweat breaks out and the fever comes down.

Medicine eases the fever and some energy will return for a bit.  I wonder why I can’t seem to contain the virus, but then find three children perched on the kitchen table.  Max, Violette, and Zane are in a circle, coughing in each other’s faces trying to see who is the loudest.  I can almost see the flying germs and try to quickly separate this weird display of sibling enjoyment (seriously, they were giggling and enjoying themselves during this).

Nights have been long as their fevers peak and sleep doesn’t come to their tired bodies.  They just want to cuddle and be held.  Tom’s arms seem to provide the most comfort and Max seeks them at all costs.  Zane finds comfort in me.  He is still very much dependent on nursing and I gladly give in multiple times during the night, hoping to supply him with all the antibodies my milk can to aide in the fight against this ugly thing.  The girls are more easily comforted by me laying with them until they finally drift off into a light slumber.  I crept out of their room, desperately seeking my own bed and satin pillow.

We keep doses of medicine on our dressers, ready to doll out to the children.  Staying on top of the fevers seems to be the only way to keep a bit of sanity.  When we lapse, they spike. 

This will soon pass, but until it does the days will continue to be long and nights ever longer.  “Dude, I’m sick” as Max puts it. 

Besides sickness on Sunday we had our first experience with the meeting of scissors and hair.  I noticed, after bathing my dear, sweet Violette, that as her hair dried it stood straight up in the front, and was much shorter than I remember.  I took a closer look and sure enough an obvious assault of baby fine hair.  I grilled Violette and my sweet little one completely tossed her sister under the bus saying, “Well did it!, she cut my hair yesterday.”  I knew better and after some more questioning Violette admitted she did it.  Oh that little one is trouble with an adorably expressive face.  Now she looks like she has some bangs to adorn that cute face!