The past week or so I've been consumed by nursing the boys back to health. It started with a cough and a couple bloody noses for Ryan. Coughs really affect Ryan and medicines only help him feel relief about half the time. Shortly after Ryan got over his illness Sean was hit by a bug. He started vomiting in the bed the other night. I am so thankful I was with him that night in his bed because he sleeps on his back, and I'm not sure he understood why he needed to roll over to prevent chocking. It was scary for a second there. I brought him to my bed where he continued to get sick 3 or 4 more times. He didn't have a fever, so we thought it was probably just something he ate. We finally went to bed around 2:45 a.m.. Upon waking up at 6:00 a.m. Sean needed an emergency trip to the bathroom, and after that I would assume he had nothing left in his system. Yesterday Sean was acting very normal (although tired from the night before), so I thought it was probably over. After his nap he seemed a little off and was starting to run a slight fever. I went to get the tylenol, and he began to vomit all over again. I brought him in to the clinic on post. Pat met me there. Ryan was a complete monster the whole time because he didn't get his energy out that day. Finally after 7 p.m. we were headed home with some anti-nausea medication for Sean. Because the idea of him getting sick in his sleep is so scary, I decided to sleep with him in his bed again. He was running a slight fever through the night. He slept pretty restlessly, which meant very interrupted sleep for me. He needed a trip to the potty at 4:50 a.m. and then Ryan got up around 6:00 a.m.
To say I'm tired would be an understatement. Pat has been an amazing help though. I don't know what I would if he were gone right now. While I hardly ever admit it, this is one of those times where I can say I could totally use a break from my life just for about 24 hours. 24 hours of me in a bed with the tv and a comfy pillow. I would love some peace and quiet...and sleep.