Over a month ago, the plague struck Casa de Jess & Fam.  One of the kids I take care of got sick and everyone else got infected and we all just kept re-infecting each other for about the last 6 weeks.  For most of that time, Mac was sick with whatever cold strain was hitting us at the time.  Just when we thought he was recovering, he’d wake up the next morning with a crusted up nose.

It had gotten to the point where I thought a sicko Mac was our new normal.  I resigned myself to a crusty-nosed baby for the rest of the winter and accepted that sleep deprivation was a part of my life once again since Mac often woke up crying in the middle of the night and needed to be comforted in his sickly state.  I missed my perfect, well-rested, joyful little boy but I tried to accept that he was growing and changing.

Over the long Thanksgiving weekend, we hit a definite low-point with Mac.  A lingering cold, a fat lip, an an insufficient amount of napping created a sad, whiney baby.  I spent most evenings feeling like a terrible mother as Mac threw temper tantrums in his crib and sobbed himself to sleep.  But then, Monday morning, it’s as if the grey clouds parted and the sun came shining through.

Mac was back!

Our smiley, cooperative, goofy, affectionate, wonderful little boy is back to his old self.  On Monday, he woke up joking around and there wasn’t a sniffle in sight.  He spent the entire day being an absolute delight and I realized how much I had missed my funny little man.  This morning? Still a sweetheart.  So I think it’s safe to say that our Macster is back to fighting form.

I hadn’t realized how much his whininess and his sickness had stressed me out until it was gone.  And I am so grateful that wasn’t our new normal.  Welcome back, Mac!