You’ve been easy on your Mom and me for the past two years. Since we brought you home from the hospital, I can count on one hand the number of times when I thought you were truly being a ‘bad boy.’
I realize we still have to navigate the majority of your toddler years, and adolescence is still a decade away, but judging from how other experienced baby-havers have reacted to you, it’s safe to say you are empirically and objectively a good little Tyke.
But I have a complaint to bring to your Fisher-Price desk today: You keep getting me sick.
Growing up, I could count on getting a cold or the flu at least a couple of times per winter. Since reaching my mid-20s, though, I’ve done better at staying healthy through the colder months when we spend so much time indoors, breathing each other’s germs. (Yum.)
Going back about 14 months, though, I’ve spent half that time either in the throes of illness or digging my way out. And in true scientific fashion, I have determined with sufficient certainty that you are the variable in this equation.
But it’s not your fault! Actually, it literally is your fault, but there’s nothing you could do about it.
For kiddos under six years old like you, it’s been proven that you get sick more often than older kids or adults, and you stay sick longer. A big part of why is that your little immune systems aren’t as experienced as ours, so your antibodies aren’t built up toward common bacteria and viruses.
So, not only do you fall under the weather more, but also you pass along those problems to your parents, or basically anyone who spends a lot of time in close contact with you. Mix in the fact that Mom and Dad aren’t as well-rested as they used to be, and you get a house full of active germs.
That’s the medicine, but what are the real-life implications?
Well, for your Dad, it means sinus infection season! I’m already vulnerable to those; you can count on my getting one once every other year. Combine that history with a fall allergy season that already loads my nose full of snot and it’s a potent petri dish.
After a couple of weeks of feeling my energy levels down and my head congested, I broke down and went in for a doctor’s appointment Tuesday.
Diagnosis: Sinusitis. Prescription? A steroid to open the sinus cavities and an antibiotic to clear out the funk.
(I’m not writing this to get your sympathy, but to explain a phenomenon that comes with having a Rascal at home. OK, I’ll take some sympathy if you’re giving it out!)
Before I go, here’s to modern medicine. If I were born 50 or 100 years ago, I might’ve had to suffer through most of the winter with this nonsense. Instead, not even three days into the treatment, I’m feeling like myself again … and that’s good for you, good for Mom, good for my colleagues at RMU and good for Do-Goodery.
Forever let me stay thankful for simple joys, like having the energy to get through the day. Months like this one, when my butt’s really been dragging, really contribute to the appreciation.
All that said, while I don’t want you to grow up too fast, I’m ready for your immune system to mature in a huge hurry.
Active calories burned: 507
Minutes exercised: 13
Hours stood: 13
Steps taken: 4,731
Activity: Nothin’ but walking*
*That’s four straight days without breaking a sweat. Rest is a requirement for weeks like this, but even I’m impressed that I’ve been able to fight off those exercise urges. I must have really needed the break! Shame to waste the steroid-induced energy, though …