The Toddler woke me up with his coughing around midnight. I gave him some cough syrup and snuggled with him on the couch. He was scratching his legs a lot and I didn’t think much of it at first. I get itchy when I’m sleepy, so I thought that’s why he was scratching. After a few minutes, though, I pulled the blanket back and checked out his legs. He had large, angry welts on his thighs and they were creeping down his legs. I wrapped him tightly in his blanket with his arms out so he’d have to work to scratch. Then I dozed off and woke when he started crying because he’d thrown up on himself and everybody’s favorite spot on the loveseat.
Bathtime! Laundry! Upholstery scrubbing! Two o’clock in the morning!
I dragged our new air mattress upstairs and set it up in the living room. But the mattress is so new, the off-gassing was powerful. Between the fumes and my on-again, off-again sleep, I woke up with a tremendous headache at 6:30. I might have stayed asleep, but my daughter was jumping on the air mattress. Sigh.
The Toddler’s rash was gone and he was in better spirits. I crawled into my own bed for a while and the kids played and let me sleep in between requests for waffles, help opening the syrup, Ninnernet usage and other things I don’t remember answering. Around noon I picked The Toddler up to change his diaper and realized he was very feverish. So we’re just back from urgent care where he received some very expensive Motrin and a steroid shot for croup. Which I’m not sure is croup, but we’ll go with that. At least it isn’t Influenza.
I’d like to get a bunch of laundry and stuff done here, but I desperately need a nap. Since The Toddler’s probably not contagious, we’re going to keep our belated Valentine’s dinner plans. Which are no longer a surprise because I spilled the beans on the way to the hospital thinking our guy was contagious. Sigh. Oh well.
So.very.sleepy.snore.
