Of the day, hopefully later this week, when the kids and I are feeling better. I've had a fever for a full week now. My nose is running nonstop. Nadia didn't have a fever yesterday morning so I let her come to church with me. We only stayed for Sunday School. I would have stayed home, but since I'm teaching Sunday School I felt I needed to at least go to Sunday School. I wasn't going to take Nadia, but she was crying and begging me to take her to church. I took her temperature several times in the morning, and since it was always normal I thought it would be okay to take her to Sunday School. Unfortunately Ian chucked during Sunday School. When I picked him up at the nursery he was wearing a pair of pjs (which didn't fit him) instead of the sweater and corduroy pants he had worn to church. I had forgotten to pack an extra outfit in the diaper bag. All three of us are going through a million tissues a day. Nadia and Ian have both been coughing up phlegm. Nadia's fever did come back yesterday although it was more similar to what mine has been (under 100 degrees). I went to bed at 8:45pm, but I should have gone to bed right after I put the kids down. On Saturday and this morning Nadia woke up at 5am. On Saturday she didn't fall back asleep. Yesterday we gave her Tylenol at 2:30am, and she got up early because Ian started crying at 5am. Thankfully she did fall back asleep this morning and got up at 7:10, which was much later than the time she had gotten up the previous two mornings. She hasn't had much of an appetite so I haven't been working on getting her to eat vegetables or rice or meat. We'll wait on that (and the sticker chart) until she's feeling better. Usually after you've had a bug for a week you start to feel at least a little bit better, but I have to say I feel much worse today.
I'm also dreaming of the day when I can be in bed and not hear any crying between the hours of 10pm and 7am. That hasn't happened in almost 16 months. After Nadia weaned herself (January 2009) until Ian was born, Paul used to give me one morning a week where he'd get up with her, and I'd stay in bed until 7am. I nursed Ian for his first feeding until he was 14 months old; so it only hit me last week that I should ask Paul to let me stay in bed one morning a week again. I'm up with Ian sometime between 5:30-5:45am every day, whereas on a typical day Paul and Nadia are in bed until sometime between 6:45-7:15am. Ian usually sleeps in my arms for one hour after his first sippy. After he wakes up I go up and let Nadia get up and change Ian's diaper. I asked Paul on Sunday morning to get up with Ian at 5:45 (Ian had been crying since 5:00), and he did, but there was no way I could sleep as I could hear Paul singing to Ian, Nadia carrying on, etc. He hadn't been able to get Ian back to sleep like I do, and Nadia got up earlier than usual. I got up at 6:15 and was bummed because for several days I had been looking forward to staying in bed until 7am. Since then I reminded myself that it's much better to get up at 5:30am every day because I have a 15 month old than to be sleeping until 7:00am. This season of life will pass all too quickly. I'll have plenty of years to get an adequate amount of sleep. We had talked about going away for an overnight around Valentine's Day (Paul's parents had agreed to watch the kids) as we haven't had a night without kids since June 2008, but then since Ian was waking up many times a night following our cruise, we didn't feel it was fair to ask them to spend a night at our house. Since then we've been talking about going away for a night or two in August for our 10th anniversary. I am really looking forward to that. I want to get LOTS of sleep during that weekend!
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