~ What an awful week!
Oh what a week it was. My dad got here on Sunday and Tom left on Monday until very late Thursday night. Halloween was a total bust, which is what I think my dad was really looking forward to. Maddie woke up from her nap on Monday, coughing or rather barking like a seal. I was napping and heard her in her bathroom gagging. I ran in to help her just as she was puking for maybe the third time. She felt very hot. Ally has had croup before and if you've ever had a child have croup, that cough is so unmistakable, you can't miss the diagnosis. Unfortunately, there's not really a darn thing you can do about it, but let it run its course. I gave her some Motrin and we settled in on the sofa together for some snuggle time. She was clearly hurting and so sad and disappointed. She knew when she woke up that she got to go trick or treating and she also knew that there was no way she was going feeling as sick as she was. At least she got to be Cinderella for her preschool Halloween parade.
Ally was in great spirits, so my dad played with her and made dinner. Tom hates meatloaf and my dad makes the best meatloaf ever, so that's what we had for dinner. I think it's been years since I have eaten it and it was so yummy. That was about the only bright spot in that day. Monday night was tough. Maddie hacked all night long and I couldn't really sleep because I was worried about her. I tried sitting in the bathroom with the shower running to have her breathe the steam. That just made her cranky and hot. She didn't do well sitting outside, breathing cold air and a cool mist humidifier in her room also did nothing to help her cough. Nothing really was working. I brought her in bed with me around 2 am and we both fell asleep for about an hour and a half. She asked to go back to her room around 4 and I gave her a dose of Nighttime Pediacare, hoping that would relax her enough that she could get a few hours of solid sleep. It worked and she slept in until about 8 am. The problem is that the clocks were just moved back, and little Ally's body was telling her it was time to get up ---- and it was really only 6 am.
I started feeling really crummy on Wednesday and by Thursday night, I had the virus too. Thursday night was actually worse than Monday night. Tom got home around 11. I had already been up, searching for the Mylanta. If I eat anything but cereal or oatmeal for dinner, I end up paying for it dearly with awful heartburn. He came to bed and I was up the rest of the night. Tom came down with the virus while he was away and because of the congestion, he was snoring something awful. It's a good thing I didn't have a heavy, blunt object under the bed or I would have whacked him with it to shut him up. I was so angry at him for keeping me up!
My dad left around 1 am - he likes to get on the road early. So, he set the alarm, but forgot to turn it off because he was already awake and left before it was time for it go off. Well, guess who woke up, and from then on I was alternating trying to get them both back to sleep until Ally was up for the day around 5:30. When Tom left for work Friday morning, I had a mini-breakdown. Ally came over to me (I don't think she's ever seen me cry before) and had the sweetest, concerned look on her face and very quietly she says, "Mommy? You wanna snuggle?" and she climbed up into my lap (what there is of it) and hugged me. Definitely the bright spot in a lousy week.
Being sick and caring for sick children is no fun but part of being a parent. Fortunately Maddie got over it fairly quickly. Ally has it now and isn't tolerating it quite as well. She's up a lot at night and once I'm awake, I have a really hard time falling back to sleep. I feel so sleep deprived and it makes me scared. How will I cope caring for two little ones and a newborn? I guess the answer is, you just do it. Just like I did before. I hope this little guy is a good sleeper...