10:30 - I put Big Boy D to bed by reading him 3 books and turning off the light.
11:15 - tried to sneak out of his bed without waking him up. He woke up peed his diaper and started crying. I changed it put him back in bed and kissed him goodnight. This time I left because I didn't want to go through that again.
12:15ish - I'm still tossing and turning wondering why I can't sleep. I open my eyes to a brighter than usual light coming from the hallway. I get up to investigate and Big Boy is in the middle of his bedroom floor hunched over a library book. I smile at the adorable/annoying-ness of the scene. I read him as many books as it will take to satisfy him and wait till the inevitable yawning starts. Once again I turn off the lamp and crawl in bed with him until he falls asleep. I stay awake cause I can't sleep in his bed. End up back in my room around 1:30
2:00am-ish - I hear muffled sobs in the hallway. I get up to investigate and find Big Boy in the hallway with his pants off, sobbing inaudible whiny words with big alligator tears pointing at his bed. There is a big pile of throw up on the bed...I knew something was off. I just turn off the lamp, shut the door and leave it till morning (sorry if that's TMI but I just couldn't deal at that point). I put him in bed with me after washing his arms and mouth off.
3:00 am - I get woken up again by big sobs. He peed out his diaper and now our bed is a mess. We change him pull the comforter off and find some other blankets.
4:00 am - get woken up again by coughing and whining.
5:00 am - Wubs gets up and takes medicine for a headache...waking me up again.
6:00 am - I give up. I'm awake and child is too. He wants my phone to watch videos on. I let him. He passes out doing so. Then baby girl wakes up.
I'm up.
I get them all ready and out the door by 11:00 because I have to get the cupcakes we made yesterday to the school for Cole's going away/early B-day party. I didn't want to put Big Boy in the car but I did because I had to. Since I was already out I figured I would try and get the shopping done so I drove the 20 minutes to the nearest grocery store. Just as I'm getting close to it I hear noise in the back seat. Big Boy is tossing everything in his tummy all over his lap and car seat. I drive back home without the grocery shopping done leaving him to sit in it for the 20 minute ride home. Get him home, strip him in the driveway and throw him in the tub. The rest of the day was naps and baths. He loves baths and it's the only thing that stops the I'm stupid sick whining.
My poor little sick-O. It's the saddest thing when you feel like you can't do anything but try and make them comfy.
Two things I am extremely thankful for in all of it. Baby girl slept the entire night. Not waking once with all the racket and noise her brother was making being so sick. That is a small miracle being that just a few months ago she was still getting up at least once a night. I was relieved not have to juggle two fuss budgets. The second being my washer and drier. I cannot imagine what woman did back in the day when they had to do all of it by hand...big chunks of puke floating in the water...drain and rinse, drain and rinse. I had to pre-wash the puke stuff and it was a small work out. I was thanking God for the privilege of owning my own washer and drier and being able to just throw the endless piles in. I'm still doing it now. So so thankful for modern conveniences. Warm baths for Big Boy, lots of blankets to cycle through and most of all not having to do all the laundry by hand or haul it all back and forth to a laundry mat with two littles in tow.
FYI...my husband is more than willing to help he just sleeps through most everything and works very hard during the day so I don't like to wake him for help with the littles. Last night he did get woken up though!
Poor poor bunny :(
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