Welcome to the house of germs

I would venture to say that we have been sick almost a week now. It was last Tuesday night that I was sitting at Bible study and starting feeling horrible. Just in the middle, my head felt weird, I felt clammy, etc. And then I went home and went to bed. That does not happen ever. But I did...and then the next day I stayed home from work and slept for most of the day. My body must have sensed what was coming.

Because the next day I felt better, but Emily did not. She was beyond fussy and I knew she would not make it through the day at daycare like that. So that started our bout of colds and whatever else we have had. Now let me go back and mention that Emily had been sick longer than that and the Thursday before we had to get her early from daycare to go to the doc. And she had a cold...we were told to keep doing the humidifier, do some Benadryl, vapor rub etc.

Well here we are too much time later and still doing it. And I can barely talk today at work. My voice goes in and out. I definitely feel like I needed another day to rest, but being out three days last week did not allow for that. One was for Emily and two were for me.

And to top it off, Emily is uncontrollably fussy last night. She didn't go to bed until 10 when she is normally asleep a little after 7. Just when I think she is getting better, here comes this new beast of a cry out of her that is inconsolable. She then woke up again at 1:30 and screamed to the point where I thought we were going to have to go to the ER to get checked out to make sure nothing was about to burst in her. She finally calmed down an hour or so later and went to sleep, but kept waking up here and there throughout the night.

I feel like this is my first real bout with motherhood. When I say that, I mean otherwise I think we have had it pretty good. But man..this one...these colds, whatever Emily was doing last night...has kicked our tail. Paul tries to help when he can but there are often times Emily only wants me now. So yeah that's sweet..but it means no sleep for me, not daddy. It has definitely made me question whether I can do it a few times this week and brought me to my knees. I now appreciate my mother so so much more for all she had to do for me...as I know this is just the beginning not the end. But it has also brought me to my knees and made me pray much more this week. So I guess you could say something good has come out of it all.:)