This was up there as one of the hardest weeks I’ve had in a while. First I tweeked my back lifiting my older daughter out of the car and it hurt like a mofo. Running made it feel better most days, but it still was uncomfortable and made me pretty irritable. Then the kids and I all caught colds. Didn’t seem like too big of a deal, just another annoyance. Then Fathers Day which was super fun until we had to call 911! Seriously!
My baby was laying on her tummy playing and all of a sudden it sounded like she was having difficulty breathing. I yelled for my husband who came in and thought so too and then noticed her feet were blue! Imagine the “oh sh*t” going on right then! I called 911, but while I was on the phone with the dispatcher she seemed like she got better. The squad arrived, looked her over and concluded that she was fine. She had a little spit up on her chin, so we just assumed she aspirated a little. We were still nervous and operating on orange alert the rest of the day and at baby’s 6 month check up the next day I told our pediatrician about it who agreed it sounded like a freak thing.
A couple of days later, on Wednesday night, the cold peaked in baby. Her nose was very stuffy and she woke up at 2:00 a.m. and snuffled and cried until 6:00 a.m. Thursday was a treat for me, but it was just the appetizer. That night was worse than Wednesday! Baby cried from 8:00 to midnight. We called the pediatrician who told us to take her to the ER unless clearing her nose got her to sleep. We tried to and it didn’t work so we packed her into the car screaming her head off and away I drove her only for her to conk out 2 minutes away from our driveway. I drove for half an hour before like I thought I might pass out and my husband took her out for a couple of hours so I could sleep a little. Then he came back and I hung out with her in the steamy shower and did my best to keep her nose clear and her asleep, although the best I could do was 10 minutes of sleep here and 15 there.
Friday was glorious. Keep in mind I was sick too! My husband went to work and there I was, a complete stuffed up zombie alone with three kids. And then around lunch time, baby was in her exersaucer and started having trouble breathing again! Her face was freaking purple! HOLY SH*T! I called 911 again. I called my husband too. He was all ready to take a cab back to his park and ride. The EMTs came in and of course she looked fine. And then we realized the common thread. Poop. The consistency of spackle. She was bearing down so hard trying to push out that pasty poop that she freaked us out that much! POOP! We just started solids and it’s just her adjusting. Nice. Now we’re on day three of prunes and no more problems! Poor kid. Poor mom and dad!
Despite this week from heck, I managed 53 miles. Not sure how I did that!
Mon: Off. Sick. (Thought this would help me get better. It didn’t).
Tue: a.m. 3 super easy with the stroller. p.m. 9.3 with track workout (first double in about a year and a half!) (Workout was cut-down 800s – 2 x [4×800] in 3:12, 3:08, 3:04, 3:00. I was a little under or right on for each one, but this was a big workout for me yet and I felt it all week).
Wed: 7 easy on the mill (legs POOPED from track. 8:43 pace)
Thu: 7 easy with the double stroller. No watch.
Fri: 7 easy with the baby in the single stroller. Sitter was free and I splurged on a nap and a run after those back to back horrible nights!
Sat: 7.5 with 6 x :30 strides. No watch. Legs were tired!
Sun: 12 around 7:55 pace average. Slow 4 and then a very small local crazy hilly 10k in 46:00 (just jumped in to make the long run go by quicker – did not race) and then a super joggy 2 miles back home. Felt horrendous. Was it the week from heck? The lack of sleep? The track workout? The heat and humidity. Heat index well over 150. NASTY out! Who cares?