After The Tenth..... When The Fun Really Begins

Two Sundays ago, Macy attended her first Baseball Game. Seeing as how she already owns a glove, it makes sense that her first sporting event be a baseball game. Thanks to Cousins Terri & Nick, we got to attend the Joe Dimaggio Legends Game, a charity event to raise money for the Joe Dimaggio's Children's Hospital.

I'm not sure how much Macy enjoyed the game as she slept through most of it, but when she was awake she seemed happy. I tried explaining the intricacies of why you want a left-handed pitcher to pitch to a left-handed batter, but I'm thinking we will have to review the concept again in the future.

I've heard numerous stories about the evil sickness cycle that occurs once you have children. The child brings home the illness and then it spreads to the whole family. Since Annie has the immune system of Super Woman, I figured I was the one who was going to be susceptible to more illness and I was prepared for this once Macy started going to daycare or school.

What I wasn't prepared for, was how to handle it when I just went and got sick. Thursday afternoon I came down with a sore throat and its just gotten worse everyday. Luckily, there is walk-in clinic up the road from us that is open on Saturdays. On Friday I wasn't sure I was going to try and get medical assistance, but when I woke up Saturday morning, it was clear that riding this one out with homeopathic remedies alone wasn't going to cut it. Around 10 am, I started to hope for a medical coma that would keep me unconscious until this whole thing passed.

As if feeling that awful wasn't bad enough, I am also struggling with the concern of passing along this evil virus to my 7 week old daughter. This has been the worst part. I've been afraid to hold her since Thursday afternoon and I'm now starting to go through Macy withdrawal symptoms, which are almost as bad as the bacterial ones. I'm really hoping that Macy has inherited her mother's immune system.

This afternoon, after my second antibiotic dose, I risked a visit to Macy's baby carrier when she was squirming and being fussy. I'm not sure what came over me or where I found the energy, but I broke into an awful, awful little dance, which Macy seemed to find hysterical. The more I tried to shake my ill body, the  more she smiled and coo-ed at me. After about 45 seconds, I was gassed and done dancing for the next few days. But for those few seconds, with my daughter looking at me and smiling from ear to ear, I totally forgot that two hours earlier, I had coughed up my left lung.

During the past two weeks, Macy met two people who started me thinking about how to refer to her relatives. The first person she met is my Aunt Marla. If she's my Aunt, does that make her Macy's Great Aunt, or a Grand Aunt, or something else? I originally thought that Great Aunt was the correct name, but then someone mentioned that my mother is Macy's Grandmother so my Aunt is her Grand Aunt. Makes sense, right? But then how do you explain that my Grandmother is Macy's Great Grandmother.

So then Macy meets my Aunt Dottie, which just adds to my confusion. My Aunt Dottie, which is what I've always called her, is my Grandmother's sister-in-law. Now that I think about it, I may have been calling her the wrong name all this time. I guess she's my Great Aunt (or Grand Aunt). So does that make her Macy's Great-Great Aunt, Grand-Grand Aunt or Great Grand Aunt?

I think my head is starting to hurt....