Remember how I said the the kids were super tired from church and being out in the afternoon yesterday? They were kind of irritable. I was in pain. We were all trying hard, but it was a bit iffy for the rest of the day.
This morning, it was all explained. 5/6 of us are sick. SICK. Rowan had been up in the night, which never happens anymore. As in it he’s been sleeping thru the night for maybe six months. Last night, he woke up bawling around 2:00am. I went to him and tried to snuggle him. He wouldn’t lean into me. I brought him some water but he wouldn’t drink. I went to hand him his cuddly blanket and it was soaked. Weather it was saliva, tears, whatever, it was soaked from corner to corner. I got him a fresh blanket, and then he leaned in and cuddled. I lay him down and he slept for the rest of the night.
I got the kids up pretty late, because I woke up feeling like total trash. So did Solly. When we did finally drag ourselves out of bed, Laela and Dekker were awake and both seemed pretty cheerful. Rowan was still out, so we left him in there and got breakfast on the table while Solly dozed off in the bouncy chair.
The next few hours were spent wiping noses. Thats it. Well, wait. Thats not true. We painted nails.
These were the happiest snot faucets in this world, haha!, however briefly. They were pretty much zombies at this point so they easily sat still and weren’t too fidgety.
Why isn’t Rowan participating? Besides the fact that he’s one year old and would NOT have sat for it, he was sleeping. Still. He slept until 1:00pm. No lie. When he did finally wake up, he seemed somewhat refreshed. I offered him a banana and he agreed to get out of bed.
He ate maybe half of the plate worth of food, so not too much, but he drank a good amount, and wanted to go play. He was a snot faucet like his siblings, so I made my first ever attempt with him to combat the snot-in-hair predicament with a ponytail. How have I waited so long?!?!
He’s still a little wispy, but very very cute.
He was good to go until around 3:00. He started to get really hard to figure out, when he’s usually a pretty clear communicator. I asked him if he wanted to go to sleep, and he burst out crying and came at me, arms up and waving. So I put him to bed and he slept until 4:45, when Brady finally woke him up in hopes that he’d still sleep at night. I know, I know, never wake a sleeping baby. But we’re doing our best here.
The only picture I have of Solly is a selfie of he and I.
This is what he looked like pretty much all day. He slept pretty much non-stop, and when he did wake up, he would cry and cry and screech, obviously very uncomfortable and unhappy.
This all just came on us last night/this morning. If you’d like to pray for us, PLEASE DO! Brady still feels 100%, and we hope and pray he stays that way! We have an important weekend coming up as well, so we would really love to be better before then! So I say again, pray and root for us, if you’d like to. I feel like we all carry certain anxiety about illness at this point, remembering that awful six weeks of illness earlier in the year. Don’t even want to go there. *shivers*