Down for the Count

I went to bed at 8pm last night. All three of us have been sick since Friday, and Timmy was back to his newborn ways of waking up every few hours at night. It was awful actually, because instead of just feeding or changing him and putting him back to sleep, all I could really do was hold, rock and console him as he cried out in pain every time he coughed. It was quite the pathetic little scene actually.

So far the daycare diseases seem to strike the hardest on weekends. This time, Timmy had a horrible cough, congestion and pink eye. I had an earache and sore throat with flu-like chills and PJO is only just now getting some version of what I had.

So instead of going to daycare yesterday, we went to the doctor. He's got antibiotics and eye drops now, and I think I have those to thank for the 12+ hours he's sleeping. (It's 7:30am and he's still sleeping, possibly a new record for him!)

You know when your body gets used to waking up every few hours with a new baby and then on the rare occasions when you're away from the baby or the baby sleeps longer, you still wake up and can't fall back asleep? That was me last night. Up at 11:45, up at 3, then awake for good at 6 when PJO was getting ready for work. I should have taken NyQuil.

Somebody please tell me that we won't be sick forever.