Sick and Tired

There is a sick bug going around the house. Jacob and I have fevers (100.9 and 100.6 degrees, respectively), and Lily's diaper/eating have been not so normal. Jacob has had a dry cough for maybe a month (his pediatrician group can't find anything wrong with him or his lungs after two visits), and his diaper is ALWAYS DIRTY as if he were a newborn and all I fed him was guacamole.



(Moments before we both passed out. Doesn't he look like a doll?)

For me, it's the kind of sick where I have the chills ("Are you sure we can't put more covers on the bed? My legs are freezing!" Ryan makes that crazy face...the same one he made when I was pregnant and always hot to the opposite extreme), and my skin is oh-so-sensitive to the touch. Breatfeeding (esp. in the middle of the night...repeatedly) has never hurt so much, b/c the combination of someone touching my cold, bare skin and the pressure of my milk letting down makes me shiver and grimace and hold my breath. My head is throbbing, my eyelids weigh a ton, and being up all night with two babies who are not feeling well does not help one recouperate.

Mom to the rescue!

"Owa," as Lily calls her, will be here shortly. I am counting down the minutes. What will I do once she arrives? "Hi, mom. Here are the kids and the diapers. I'll be in my room under my flannel sheets wearing flannel pajamas SLEEPING. Do not disturb unless Jacob needs to eat or someone breaks a body part. Thank you."

I'm sorry, my sweet little troupers, that Mama has been sitting on the couch watching infomercials (gotta have that Shark Steam Mop!) and not playing with you for the last two days. Thanks for being such wonderful sports. Jacob, thanks for being content just being held all day - you're such a little chubby lump of cuddles and kisses. Lily, thanks for bringing me book after book to look at with you, and never complaining that I'm not getting up to chase you around...and around and around...the house. I promise I'll make it up to you both when I feel better.

And tomorrow night, regardless of how I feel, I will be ALL YOURS when you play dress-up and visit the neighbors, all of whom think you're both the greatest kids ever (I have to agree), and would adopt you as their extended grandchildren, if they could.