sick babies = exhausted mom

Nathaniel is sick. Again. He is the kid that if anyone is sick in a five mile radius, he’ll get it. if someone was sick at the park a couple of hours before, he’ll get it. He’s my perpetually sick kid. When he does get sick he takes FOREVER to recover. A cough lingers, the nose runs for a couple more days, he needs to sleep longer. This is the kid that I’m going to have to pump up with vitamin C and echinacea and force him to drink lots of orange juice. While on the other hand Jacob is Thor. He never gets sick. When he does, it’s quick and painless. He may whine a little louder, but he usually recovers rather quickly.

A couple of weeks ago they got sick. Nothing big, a runny nose, a little cough. Now two weeks later, Nate is still sick. He’s not hospital sick, He’s not pathetically lethargic sick. He’s more of a lingering cold sick. He has a cough though. Not a deep throaty cough, but a kind of dry, tickle-in-your-throat cough. The kind of cough that keeps everyone awake.

Last night it was a marathon coughfest. After watching 300 Dave and I finally went to bed at 11:30. Side note: This was the most violent movie ever. Limbs being sliced off, arms chopped, eyes missing, walls of dead. It was gross. Serious and gross.

We laid down. The coughing began. Or maybe continued, I don’t know we were watching loud gory battles. We brought Nathaniel in our bed. He fussed and tossed and turned. We put him back in the crib. I tried to tune it out and fall asleep. But I’m overprotective and worried he’d choke in his sleep. So I went in and rocked him and loved him and rocked him some more. I laid him back down. He threw up. I changed the sheets. I changed him. I rocked him and loved him and rocked some more. I laid him back down. He threw up again. This happened 4 times. Thank goodness all the puke was contained to the crib, but I ran out of sheets. By this time Jacob is awake. They’re both crying and coughing. I brought them into my bed. They coughed and tossed and turned and coughed. At about this point I was grumbling, “I need my sleep to. For the love of all things good GO TO BED!” I put them in bed together. They cried. They coughed and around 3 they FINALLY fell asleep. I stayed and checked on them a couple of times, but I figured if Nathaniel threw up, someone would cry and wake me up. I finally went to bed.

They woke up at 7. 7! Now, at 9 am, we’re all heading back to bed. To cough and sleep.