Yeah, let's not talk about how long it has been since my last post...I have a newsflash - motherhood is hard! (Wait, this isn't news? huh...) Motherhood is hard even when you have a really easy baby. And let me just say that, thus far, Cyrus is a really easy baby. He smiles most of the time, rarely cries (except during middle of the night diaper changes) fusses for very brief moments when I take away something he wants, naps for about 4 hours a day, and only wakes up once a night. ( I realize, by the way, that I am tempting fate here - don't worry, I'm fully prepared for him to turn into a heathen at any moment. For now I will enjoy what I have!)
Although I kind of knew that he was a pretty good baby, I don't think I fully appreciated just how good I had it until I got a taste - albeit a very small one - of what he could be like. Cy started last week with a really high fever - it was 104.4 at the highest. I took him to urgent care on Monday and they told me that, besides the high fever, he seemed to be in pretty good health. Apparently, they don't really worry about the fever unless it stays there for 12 hours without ever going down, goes up to 105, or shows some other symptom. The doctor did mention, however, that he could be getting Roseola, which basically starts with a high fever for about three days, then presents an all-body rash once the fever breaks. Those are the only two symptoms, according to the doctor. (Remember this, this is important).
While Cy had the fever, he slept even better than normal. On Monday night, he slept 11 hours straight, a record. He took 2 2.5 hour naps on Monday and Tuesday. Then Tuesday night he started waking up every 3 hours or so. By Wednesday morning, his fever had just about broken, and only reach about 101. There was no rash, so I figured we were in the clear. He didn't nap particularly well on Wednesday, but I didn't think that was too big of a deal.
Then Wednesday night, he woke up every two hours. On Thursday, the rash showed up, along with a different baby. My previously easy-going, smiley, happy baby had turned into Mr. Sensitive Cranky-pants. He cried at the drop of a hat. Every time I laid him down to change his diaper or put on clothes, it was like the world was ending. If he toppled over and bumped his head (which he does about 30 times a day) he screamed like someone cut off his finger. If I left him for more than 30 seconds, I'm pretty sure the whole neighborhood could hear him. You get the idea. He also went from taking 2 2-hour naps to taking 1-2 1 hour naps. Yeah. This was not just "Oh, Cy is having a bad day". This was full-on fussiness. (Which, by the way, does not seem to adequetately describe what was going on, but that seems to be the official term for it...it just doesn't quite cut it for me).
If I thought that was bad, however, I was really in for it Thursday night. Not only did he wake up every two hours, but he woke up angry. Inconsolable, red in the face, full lungs angry! Nursing only worked half the time. He was awake for about 2 hours from 3am to 5am, and would start crying for no apparent reason every 2 minutes or so, then calm down, then repeat. By the way, this NEVER happens. Once he's down for the night, he wakes up to nurse, then immediately goes back to sleep. He didn't even really do this was he was a newborn. I was beginning to see why some people only have one baby...
So I did a little digging on the good old internet, and found several sources that listed some additional symptoms of Roseola - one of them being high irritability and fussiness. Bingo. Some other symptoms were poor appetite, a minor cough, and minor diarrhea - all of which Cy had, but had been overshadowed by the fussiness. (Have I mentioned yet how fussy he was?)
So I called the doctor back because, although the internet properly diagnosed his symptoms, the doctor had failed to mention these things, and I wanted some assurance that Cy hadn't come down with some other awful illness. They had me come in Friday afternoon, and basically confirmed that he had Roseola. However, the doctor still seemed perplexed by the other symptoms and gave no real explanation. Whatever. This is a case where I think I believe the internet over my doctor. I was just glad there was nothing else going on.
Fortunately, Cy's fussiness is gone, he is back to waking only once a night, and taking blissfully long naps. And I am thanking God, the Universe, fate, and anyone else who might be involved, for giving me this sweet, easy baby. I do know that Cy could turn into that other baby again at some point, and for real this time, with no weird illness to blame. I also know that Baby #2 (or #3 or #4) could be that fussy baby full time, and I am fine with that. I think...