June started out fine, but baby Ethan caught a cold a few days into the month. The thing with babies catching colds is that the illness tends to spread to the rest of the family. It can’t be helped since babies don’t know how to cover their noses and mouths when they sneeze, and they’ll just sneeze and drool over you. This makes it difficult to not to catch their cold, unless you’re wearing a mask and constantly cleaning away all the snot and drool that ends up on you. True enough, I caught his cold, followed by my mother-in-law.

Colds in adults aren’t usually a big deal. You just feel sick and crappy for a couple of days and it goes away. But having a baby around (especially one who still wakes multiple times a night) means that it’s difficult to get enough rest, and it took me a longer time to recover from the cold this time round. It’s even worse for my MIL -  she reached the point where she was close to recovering, but her cough came back again, and it seems that she’ll need more time before it goes away completely.

Anyway, Ethan and I finally recovered, but just as I was glad that he could finally return to daycare, he came down with a bout of rashes. It wasn’t anything contagious or life-threatening, but it meant that he couldn’t go to daycare unless he had a doctor’s note. However, the clinic was closed for 5 days, and we decided not to bring him to another clinic since the other ones nearby didn’t specialize in infants, and the other pediatricians were located much further away. He ended up staying home for another couple of days, and recovered by the time the clinic opened again. (At least it saved us another trip down as well as some money?)

It was the third week of June by the time all this had settled. I thought that all the negative things were finally over, and that things would start looking up again, only for something even worse to happen – our dog died. He had an autoimmune disease which caused his immune system to attack his red blood cells, causing them to break down. His only symptoms were lethargy and a lack of appetite, and it was too late to save him by the time we got him to the vet and a confirmed diagnosis was made. I honestly thought that he would have at least a few more years with us, and it’s heartbreaking that he left so suddenly. The only good thing about this is that at least he’s no longer in pain. Even if the vets had managed to save him, he would have had to take steroids for the rest of his life, and the long-term use of steroids would have resulted in other health issues. Not to mention that he already had really bad genes to start with – he had juvenile cataracts, an allergy to chicken, and other skin issues as well. I just hope he had a happy life with us.

It’s almost the end of the month now, and I’m just glad that June is coming to an end. It’s been the worst month ever, and I really hope things will start getting better for us after this.

My MIL is getting superstitious and she told me (nicely) to stop wearing black at home because she thinks that it brings bad luck. I personally don’t believe in this, but whatever makes her happy I guess. It’s not something worth arguing about. Ethan getting sick is something inevitable. All babies get sick, and babies in daycare fall ill more often that those who stay home. And when babies fall sick their family members often come down with the same illness too – it’s something that can’t be helped when you’re in close proximity most of the day. We’re just unlucky that all of us caught it this time round.

Our dog dying was something really unfortunate, but given his age and his crappy genes (that we are now aware of), perhaps, just perhaps, something like this would have eventually happened no matter what we did. It sucks that everything bad happened in the same month, without letting us catch a break in between, but I guess there are moments in life when bad things just come one after another.

All I’m hoping for now is for things to start looking up.