What a night. I feel like I got run over by a truck. No one told me that when you're kids are sick, they don't sleep. I thought it was the other way around. Makes sense doesn't it...I mean when we are sick, we snuggle up in bed and sleep it off (as I would like to do right now). Not so with kids (or mine anyway). Quinten was up crying all night...mommy, mommy, I need you. Help me, help me. At one point I heard him cry out, and when I went in his room, there was my 6"2', 210 lb. husband curled up in a fetal position on the tiny toddler bed with his feet hanging off the end. I think Quin was calling for me because he had no room in his own bed.
Then there is baby Alia, the 10 min. wonder, whose daytime naps are just that...10 min. long. Her nights have been inconsistently bad. Sometimes she sleep shots of 3 hrs, sometimes 1hr. is the longest she can swing at a time. She is sick with the same cold type thing as the rest of the family. Her night wasn't too bad...I had to get up with her 3 or 4 times, which wouldn't be a big deal if it wasn't for having to get up with Quin as well. Between those two snotty noses, as well as my own, I had to try and find some way to catch a few hours sleep. Since Patrick was snoring his sick song, which sounded like a mix between a chainsaw and a gurgling brook, I was obliged to put earplugs in, which meant that even thought Alia was in the co-sleeper beside the bed, and Quinten's room monitor was cranked on high, I was scared that one of them would need me and I wouldn't hear because of the earplugs so I kept taking them out and putting them back in all night, fighting between my need for sleep and paranoia that my babies might suffer.
