Jack is still sick. Sam and I are not. For now. I’m handwashing like an ID nurse. I have separate hoodies to wear while caring for each boy. I have a mysterious dry cough and slight stuffiness, but otherwise feel fine. I’m choosing to blame the weather on my innocuous symptoms. We had a cold snap today with a couple inches of snow. Ben said we can light a fire tonight and I can’t wait. Even with the thermostat in normal range, I’m freezing!
Last night I was up every 1 1/2 to 2 hours with the boys:
I went to bed at 9 (early, but not sleepy), asleep at 10
Sam at 12, eat and change
Jack at 2, vomiting
Sam at 3:30, eat and change
Sam at 5:00, eat and change
Sam at 6:30, pacifier given
Sam at 7:15, poop and peed through diaper, eat, change
Jack at 7:15 crying and retching
And keep in mind that at each waking I’m up for about 20 minutes, and then it takes me another 15-30 minutes to fall back asleep. Also, I could hear Jack’s hacking cough whenever I was awake, making me tense and gauge if he needs me.
Luckily Ben stayed home to work rather than face the blowing snow across I-25. He came up to soothe Jack while I cleaned and fed Sam. Of course, he peed the outfit again after his 9 am nap.
Some outfits are cursed. I’ve been trying to get him to wear this four times, and it never makes it past his morning nap.
This is our agenda today:
Also, trying to get him to drink and eat a little something. This is day three of his hunger strike and his bones are poking out with alarming detail. I offer him everything he loves, from french fries to Halloween candy. He nibbles and occasionally eats a saltine cracker. He does ok with juice too. We’ve watched about half that pile of movies and I put him down for an early nap. With any luck he will stay down for a few hours more. Anything I can do to kick this cold in the butt I’m willing to try. Get it out of my house!
Sam woke from his afternoon nap and we had a little chat.
I love baby coos.
Wish me some sleep tonight.
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