That time when all three young kids are down and out. When they all have fevers, runny noses, and coughs that make them cry. When they’re all still too young to effectively blow their noses.
When your one year old is the most cuddly he’s ever been, and also is crying the most pathetic, sad cry you’ve ever heard, and he’s crying it consistently. When he NEEDS to be held. When the leather couch is too cold on his skin, but he’s too hot for more clothes. When the only answer is to be draped on mommy.
When he cannot get comfortable, no matter how hard he tries, and rather, he thrashes around on your body for a solid half hour, crying, pulling his own hair, wiping snot everywhere, generally miserable. And he’s moving around so much that you’re having painful contractions. When he FINALLY finds a spot that he likes, and lays still for a minute or two.
When the comfy position found by the boy is actually super uncomfortable for you, because you’re reclined, and super pregnant, and having your insides crushed makes it hard to breathe. Impossible to breathe. And you’re dizzy. But you take that hit, for the sake of the miserable baby.
When the inside baby kicks the outside baby in the head. Sigh.
When the outside baby is no longer happy with the inside baby, and all of the constant squirming begins again. When the contractions begin again.
That time when nap time comes VERY early for the miserable one.
What a day. And its only noon! Our 2:00pm doctors appointment can’t come soon enough. Pleeeaaase Lord, let this be something treatable! And FAST!