Although I didn't really have that perspective at 3am this morning! I woke up at that hour to hysteria coming through Little Dave's monitor. With stealth, I rushed in to quickly administer Motrin and Dimetapp and to console my poor, sick little guy.
He had me close to tears as he gave me his sob story consisting of continued screaming, burying his fevered head in my lap, bunching up in a tiny ball and rocking back and forth. I held him, whispered prayers over my sweet boy, and quietly hoped upon hope that I wasn't going get puked on. Hooray - no puke today!
Suddenly, after about 20 steady minutes of this, he sat up and with full enthusiastic, energy and spouted off an entire scene from Dora the Explorer. Something about finding water and getting tools from the backpack to get there... I was slightly amused, a little more relieved that he seemed to be feeling better, but mostly exhausted. I put the child back to bed.
Husband extraodinare let me sleep in this morning to get his snuggle time with babies as they all watched "Kid Nation". By the time I woke up (10am! - my husband is the best) the darlings had started feeling better and entertained themselves for a while. I had some coffee, checked my email, and let the kids veg out in front of their favorite tv shows. David definitely got in some good study time for his next monologue.
They fed their entire lunch to Mr. Bojangles under the table, fought over some books, and got sent to nap time fully re-medicated. And there they are now - my sleeping angels. Sleep tight my sweet ones, feel better.
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