Sickies
Ivan is sick for the first time. Three months old. It is just a stuffy nose, but it is the worst. He will not sleep. He is back to sleeping in the crook of my arm (for some elevation) in bed with me all night. It's actually worse than having a newborn because he really won't stay asleep for more than an hour at a time. I am feeling sorry for myself and praying that this won't last much longer.
It has been a rough week. Felix woke up sick with a fever Monday morning and has been a river of snot and surly behavior since then. Lucas (my kid who never gets sick) woke up with a raging fever Friday morning, and Ivan developed the sniffles late Friday afternoon.
No one had been sick since Ivan was born, so I guess we were due. I am praying that Mike and I don't get it. We have to take care of everyone. Life with three kids and a small baby hangs in such a precarious balance. Any little thing tips it over into utter chaos and despair. I am trying to hang on.
Mike is attempting to get the baby to sleep right now, but it is pretty hopeless. I should probably just give in and go to bed with him. It's hard because I want, I need, some grown-up alone time.
Please let tomorrow be better.
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