Thursday, February 15, 2007

You got a kid on me! (Xander)

So, last night me and Billy decided we needed some alone time. We didn't go to the Valentine's Banquet, instead we went out on a quiet date, just the two of us. We had a great time, it was relaxing. We just talked and enjoyed each others company with no distractions. So we got home from our date. Mom had all the kids if bed. We will just say it was a wonderful night. Skip forward a few hours. Somewhere in my subconscious I hear a persistent crying that is trying to pull me out of my beloved slumber. I resisted but my motherly instincts took over. First thing I notice upon awakening is that my legs are SCREAMING from the lower body work out we did yesterday. Just a few hours of being still caused them to revolt. So I hobble out of bed through the house to get Blaise. When I get to the girls room I realize it is Avery crying, not Blaise. I pick her up and she has a fever. So I hobble back into the kitchen carrying Avery, legs giving out every step, and give her some medicine. I take her to the living room. I got her set up with a blanket, cup of water and, of course, bunny fufu to watch a movie. I stumble back to bed and immediately fall back asleep. Thirty minutes later she is back in my room needing to go potty. I get her situated again and once again immediately fall back asleep. One hour later, more crying, same stumbling through house, different baby. I take Blaise a bottle, which is ridiculous in itself because she is 16 months old there is no reason she should need a bottle in the middle of the night. But anyway, ridiculous bottle delivered, hobble back to my bed, once again, sleep. Thirty minutes later, more crying, little baby can't find pacifier. Once again, she shouldn't even have a pacifier at 16 months, but that is another story. Deliver said pacifier, more hobbling and after getting settle in covers, MORE CRYING. Now I am the one who wants to cry. I just laid their thinking. She is fed, has a pacifier, is safe and warm in her own bed. I can't do it. I can't get up and hobble through this house one more time. So, motherly instinct loses to survival instinct. I am up by six AM and need to take two of my four children to the doctor. I think this is going to be a good day!

5 comments:

Bloomin' Cactus said...

I had one of those nights just 2 nights ago!! I hate those kind!! Aaron always seems to sleep right through them and in the morning, he says, "Boy, I slept good last night. Did you?" He's being serious when he asks. He had no idea all of that was going on.

Anyway, I hope your kids get to feeling better very soon!!!

Ashlee said...

Adalee had a similar night. I'm not sure whether or not I'm bringing her in or not yet. The only time they've both been sick the same night was terrible (there is a kind of gross blog about it hidden in my old blogs post). I'll be praying for health in your home and that everyone sleeps well tonight. Good job on the workout, btw.

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High in Demand said...

No sleep, sick kids, sore legs....Ah Motherhood!

Start World Hunger said...

I'm scared...I really like sleep...like possibly LOVE sleep. Ah!