"And what we wish shall be, like a breathe of fresh air, safe and secret powers that no love can spare"~ Bonobo feat. Bajka
I'm a few days late for the celebration, but you understand, ZoZo. You weren't quite in the mood to ring in your 7th month on Wednesday when you awoke at 4am writhing in pain. And when I went to change you and found your legs covered in a bumpy, miserable rash, I knew you were not loving life. I immediately traveled back in time to waking up moaning in discomfort from particularly nasty outbreaks of eczema and my mom doing what she could do to comfort me. So I felt your anguish and finally understood what my mom must have gone through. I wondered if I had passed down my cursed skin problems or if I fed you something your body could not tolerate.
So we spent the morning of your 7 month day at the doctor's office discovering that you had some extra-nasty version of the coxsackie virus. And apparently the rash was more blistery and painful than itchy. My poor ladybug. Well, at least we could treat you for pain. And I coated your blisters in Aquaphor with the hopes that you'd experience some relief. The doc said this could last about a week, so I took a deep breath and told myself you'd be okay. Of course you are, my little trooper. The first couple of days were rough, but then you either felt better or adapted because you slept through the night on Friday and woke up with a smile.
You're still quite the talker, with an increased variety of sounds escaping your cute mouth every day. Your toes have become a new favorite toy, and you want to grab at pretty much everything else. There's no wearing glasses for mama lately. I'm constantly trying to reel you back in from stretching to reach something. You know, Q's toys, my food, knives. Q never needed to explore so much with his hands at this age.
While a consistent nap schedule has yet to be settled, you're a wonderful night sleeper, Miss Zoe. And I'd much rather you be a better night sleeper than day sleeper, but I feel for our amazing nanny who never knows if or when you'll nap. At least you two have a blast together.
Regardless of all of the snot-filled days and blistery nights, you are still my happy bird. My lovely ladybug. My vocal daughter who everyone says will be a big talker. I love our chats now and I look forward to every instance of girly fun in our future.
Wishing you many months of health and fun discoveries. Love you to the moon and back. Happy 7 month day, Zoe!