I'm hiding from Yo Gabba Gabba, so I thought I'd say hello.
I was right. Croup for Asher, extreme teething for Silas. And here's my 50$, thank you for your time. But nobody's complaining here, because I did find out just what constitutes restricted breathing (Asher's is not, praise Jesus)and that Silas is old enough for Motrin, and that information alone was worth my money. I was up 2 1/2 hours with Silas last night, and he has not taken a single nap (no not one) apart from me since Friday. I gave him Motrin and it was like InstaSleep. He konked out ten minutes later and has been napping in his bed ever since (and that was two hours ago). Uninterrupted sleep is worth whatever it costs, and today it cost me two copays. Fair enough.
You may have noticed that I just skimmed right past the fact that Asher threw up yesterday. Those of you who know me in real life know that I have a certifiable, anxiety-attack producing phobia of people throwing up. It's irrational (hence, a phobia) and silly but completely uncontrollable on my end. You would have been impressed - amazed, even - to see me last night. Asher threw up on a blanket in my lap just before bedtime. I said, "He threw up," and that was it. Took off his shirt, wrapped his lovey blanket and the throw blanket up in a ball, gave him some water, moved on. No quickening pulse, no cold sweat, nothing. I couldn't believe it. I always wondered how I would handle it if - when - my children got sick, and everyone was right. It really is different when it's your child. Now today, just after lunch, he started to gag, and I felt my stomach drop. Please no, I thought. Not in a restaurant, after we just shared the same lunch. Please don't make me deal with that. But it passed. He was fine, and so was I.
Otherwise, no news here. Just tending sickly babies. What are you up to today?