When your baby cries all night because he's sick (AGAIN!) and you finally get him to sleep in bed with you (notice sweet hubby went to sleep on the couch) at 135 in the morning...you tend to sleep pretty darn hard when you finally do get some winks.
It may wise to put your valuables somewhere other than the night stand right next to you, because you WILL wake up to find your child on your cell phone calling who knows where with the phone charger cord ripped out of the wall and still dangling from the cell phone. Oh, and you WILL also find YOUR glasses on HIS face, sitting crooked because he decided to rip one of the stems clear OFF the frame.
I think his middle name should be destructo.Good thing he is so cute.
p.s. Sweet husband handled the other kiddo who was upchucking last night. Poor guy! I forced him to the couch at 1 am so he could finally get some rest. Don't you love sick kids?
p.s.s Baby went back to the doctor this morning. And as usual cold turned into brochitis due to his asthma. And he has a pretty good throat infection as well. Seems to be the norm with this boy of ours. Colds=Bronchitis in a matter of days. Anyhow... more antibiotics and lock down for us. Good thing is, Adam and I don't freak out anymore. We know to start the nebulizer right away and get to the doctor for some Zithromax. Poor Baby. Thank goodness for a good doctor who doesn't play with this stuff and fits me right in. Count our blessings right?
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