The End Might Be Near

The end of this awful cold, that is.

We just put Logan to sleep. In his crib. And he's actually sleeping. In his crib. Without screaming. I'm speechless. A nice quiet end to a day of ups and downs.

Today was better than yesterday. Yesterday was exhausting. Both of the boys were screaming most of the day. Zander was so far from his normal self that we were really worried. He was awake at around 6am, but didn't fall asleep until 4:30pm (he normally has a nap around 1pm). And he wouldn't sleep in his bed. He only fell asleep when Carlos cradled him and walked around rocking him. As soon as Carlos would stop moving or sit down for a break, Zander would wake up screaming. It was crazy. That, and the fever and juicy coughs almost sent us to the hospital.

Last night (or this morning, I should say!) we couldn't get Logan to bed until 2am....and it HAD to be in bed with us. He wouldn't sleep anywhere else but my arms, and they were getting tired! He was restless the entire night. I'm embarrassed to say that I actually started to cry this morning when he had a meltdown around 7am...it was completely fatigue-induced, but I'm still not proud of myself.

I started a sore throat yesterday, and it just got worse overnight. I woke up this morning at 11:30am all alone in our big king size bed. No Carlos....no Logan. But I could hear little-boy laughter downstairs. Carlos had let me sleep in. What a great hubby!

I made my way downstairs, walking like 95 year old woman. My back and shoulders are so messed up from the last couple of days. My throat was burning. Even though I got to sleep in longer than I have since Zander was born 2 years ago, I was still woozy-dizzy with exhaustion.

Apparently, the boys were little playful angels this morning. Lunch wasn't fun, though. Zander was so tired that he didn't want to eat anything. I'm sure the skinny-minny has lost at least a pound since last week! Logan struggled to drink his bottle, blowing snot bubbles from his nose the whole time. Poor little guy.

Zander fell asleep around 1pm, and didn't wake up until just after 5pm! Logan fell asleep with his bottle around 12:30pm, and slept on and off until 2:30pm. Logan was hard to keep entertained all day. Zander was crazy cranky when he woke up. We were really worried, because he reverted back to his screaming state of yesterday. But I think he was just wasn't feeling well because he slept much longer than usual. He got back to normal within an hour. And then he was all smiles.

So, while the boys seem to be recovering from this bitch of a cold, I have now fallen victim to it. My cough has gotten worse throughout the day, my throat feels like it is filled with hot shrapnel, and I'm now walking like I'm 120 years old. I actually groan when I'm getting off the couch! I'm so tired that I can't walk a straight line.

Why am I still up, you ask? I want to make sure Logan is deeply asleep before I attempt to go to bed. I fear waking the dragon. I can't take another night like the past couple. I will go to bed only when I am confident that the rustling of my down duvet from my bid to get comfortable will not throw him into a screaming frenzy. Hopefully that will be soon...my eyes are starting to cross.