It is currently 11 pm. I have officially been awake for 24 hours. Why you may ask, my son is sick. And not the sick where he sleeps for 4 hours and wakes up feeling a little better like he usually does. He is coughing non stop. He coughs so much that he throws up or starts to choke. He goes to bed and wakes up every 10 -12 minutes (oh yes I have timed it) screaming and crying.
We got rid of the glider we had in his nursery when we moved here so the only chair in his room is this precious Pottery Barn chair
And that is where I was last night from 2-5am. In that chair with him laying on me. He could only get situated laying on my chest. I should have taken him to our room but my husband snoores like a grizzly bear, or I should have gone to the guest bed but that is where Jonathan's bathroom is and I did not want him barging in at 6am waking us up......... little did I know we would not sleep. Side note- seperate bathrooms really make a marriage stronger.
We went to the doctor this morning and she said it is a very bad virus. One that last 3-4 days. Which is super great timing since we had 4 playdates planned, family coming in town, our good friends wedding and Hudson's birthday party this week (ah, stop the selfish thinking mommy). He did not get a prescription which is my ultimate pet peeve.
I tried several times to get him to nap today but he fought it each time. He would scream and cry, fall asleep and wake up 10 minutes later to cough, gag and puke. He would not even lay in our bed to watch a movie. He just kept walking around the house throwing himself on the floor crying or wanting me to hold him. I feel awful for him. He clearly cannot get comfortable enough to rest and relax. There is nothing worse than knowing you cannot make your baby feel better.
I am on such a Starbucks high ( 3 trips today) that I may never sleep again. Which is good since Hudson has woken up 14 times since we put him down at 7:30. He's so tired that his eyes are swollen, his nose looks like Niagra Falls, his fever spiked to 103 before dinner but luckily went down after some Motrin, his cough sounds like he has been smoking for 80 years and his mood is.... Oh, I can't even go there. It's just plain awful.
I do not like when he is sick. I always worry that maybe the doctor missed something or another virus came after we left the office. I am a worry wart by nature. That's my baby. We he hurts, I hurt.
So if anyone has suggestions, or wants to come be our nighttime nurse, or drop a wonderful meal on my porch I am willing to take it. Kidding about the meal, well, maybe I am.
It has been a rough day but I would not have done it for anyone else than this sweet boy. I just hope we finally get a little rest tonight and tomorrow we turn a corner. Lord knows I am a girl who worships sleep. I may look like dawn of the dead tomorrow.
