It’s 10:52 p.m. This is the first moment all day I have had with no one calling me or needing me.
All I hear is snoring.
Sanj is off sleeping with Jordan, hoping to avoid the bug.
Josh and Max, my two sickest are in bed with me.
They are burning up.
The meds don’t seem to be helping.
Lots of drinking… so we don’t have to deal with dehydration and the yucky IVs.
They are so little. And so sick. I thought I was burning up with a fever… until I left the bed and came down. I think I am good.
Josh throw up a bucket load of soup.
On my bed.
And on me.
He keeps gagging. I sit up with a start. I don’t think he even has anything in his poor little belly.
Oh… the house is so still.
I know I should go to bed… but I have to admit that I am relishing the stillness.
I hope they all get better soon.
I hope that I don’t get whatever it is that is floating in the air.
Sammy is on day 5.
Max is wickedly sick. His eyes look horrible. His voice is gone.
Josh has eyes that are burning him and they keep running.
I laid on my bed and held him.
I can’t imagine my life without them…
They do drive me nuts.
They have bad aim and pee on the seat. The floor. Sometimes on the wall.
They are hungry all the time.
They are loud.
They are messy.
I can’t imagine my life without them.
6 is my perfect number.
xoxo my sweet little ones.