you know what they say about desperate times.....

Carter has been feeling better but won't sleep worth a darn. This is my boy who ordinarily sleeps from about 7:30 or 8pm until about 8 or 8:30am and then takes 2 two-hour naps during the day. It varies a little bit, but for the most part, that is his schedule. Starting last Saturday, he woke up around 10pm every night and cried and cried. He'd wake up at least once in the middle of the night and cry for a while but I wouldn't go get him (I'd check on him and tell him he needed to go back to sleep but wouldn't pick him up) and then he'd wake up around 5:45am. Then, he wouldn't take a nap. Not cool.

Yesterday, he was just a mess. Feeling OK physically, I thought, but was into everything and would scream if I took something away from him that he wasn't supposed to have. He spilled countless glasses of pop, water, and juice on the floor in the living room causing me to break out the carpet cleaner. He woke up at around 4am and never really went back to sleep until I got him up around 6am. I layed him down for a nap at 10 and...no dice. He was not going to sleep. It was then that a little light bulb went off.

I still had some Tylenol with codeine in it leftover from Emma's tonsillectomy.

You see where this is going?

So, yes, call CPS, I gave my son some Tylenol with codeine. But...he slept.

Wow...did he ever sleep!

I layed him down at noon and went back up to get him up at 4:30. It took me a minute to get him to wake up. Then I brought him downstairs and sat him down with me and he kept falling back to sleep. So, I sat him down on the ground where he sat like this....

for about 30 solid minutes. Expressionless. Motionless. It was so pathetic it was funny. He was still nodding off while we were sitting at the dinner table.

Last night, he slept great! And today took another great nap. Now, he is starting to act like his old self again!

See, I do know what I'm doing.

Kind of.

A little better...and a little sad

Well, my babies are a little bit better....of course, just when I think they are on the mend, one of them spikes a fever or throws up. Last night was a long night. Carter woke up around 10:30pm last night with the chills. I was actually already asleep and got up and brought him downstairs to take some Tylenol. When I took him back up, he was shivering so badly that for a second, I was afraid he was having a seizure. First, I changed his shirt because it was a little damp from his sweat. So, I got him in a dry shirt and then sat down in the rocking chair and covered him up with a quilt my Aunt Norma made for him when he was born. I held him as tight as I could and rubbed him everywhere trying to warm him up. I kept rocking until he fell asleep and stopped shivering. So, I layed him down and went back to bed. Emma was in my room around 11 and then again at 1. At 2:30, I told her to just sleep on our white chaise lounge in our room. She woke up again at 4:30 and was awake every time I opened my eyes from then until 5:30 when Carter woke up. I brought him down and he started throwing up. I didn't want him to get dehydrated, so I kept giving him more to drink hoping he was going to eventually stop throwing it up and hold it down. Emma layed in our bed all. day. long. The highest fever I took on her was 104.2. She was miserable!

Tomorrow should be interesting. Not only do I have 2 sick kids at home, we also have a friend coming over who is going to adopt Matty. We tried and tried and tried but Emma and Carter are literally terrified of him. At some point, I have to choose my kids mental health over my desire to have a dog. It will be sad, but I think it is the best decision for our family.

However, I'm really going to miss this face.....

for Carter's grandma

My mom called this morning and said she could barely sleep last night because she looked at the last 2 pictures on here of Carter feeling so sick and it just physically hurt her that he felt so awful. So, just for her, I thought I'd share some photos of him feeling a whole lot better this morning after only 3 doses of his antibiotics.

I was talking on the phone to my friend Carey when I came back out in the living room to find this. He had climbed up into the window and was playing with his truck, even saying "beep beep"

When he saw me get the camera, he decided he would put on a show, so down he came.
And he decided it would be fun to run around me in circles.

I think he feels a little better than yesterday....what do you think?
God Bless the inventor of amoxicillin!!

the only good part of having a sick kid

snuggles!

poor baby

here is Carter on the way home from the doctor. I didn't catch him mid-sneeze or mid-blink or even as he was drifting off to sleep. This has been the look on his face most of the day today. Poor sweet boy. He has also now been diagnosed with pneumonia. We're taking wagers on what day Emma will be diagnosed with it. My money is on Wednesday.

still sick!!!

can't you tell she feels better?? (not)