Just breathe....

It turns out The Attack has Measles. He came out with a rash a few days after the fever, so back to the doctor we went. The day after that, I got sick. (Not measles, just flu :) This has been awesome fun, as The Attack has not stopped crying for six days.

He cries until I pick him up.
He cries because I'm sitting down and he doesn't want to sit down.
He cries because I'm standing up, but not walking around.
He cries because I'm not walking fast enough.
He cries because the dog looked at him.
He cries. A lot.

He is hot and itchy and miserable, and I can't do anything for him except give him Pamol and carry him around.

And then there is Connah, who has endured all of my fussing over Ash with patients and good grace, (and the occasional donk on the head with a toy when he thinks I'm not looking.)
He has been waking more at night, but with The Attack unable to stay asleep for more than a few hours at a time, none of us have been sleeping well.

A couple of nights ago, in my fever induced state, one of my worst fears was realized when I woke suddenly, in the middle of the night, to creepy tinkly music.
I opened my eyes, and was staring straight into the face of a silent, pale, blonde haired, blue eyed child.

Demon!

The only thing that would have made it worse would have been if it was a little girl.
After the initial freak out period, where I just stared back, I registered that this demon child actually belonged to me, and I led him back to bed. He must have been sleepwalking because he was asleep within 30 seconds.
Sleepwalking? That just makes it creepier.

Oh, the tinkly music was coming from the Attacks room... he must have kicked his sea horse on. (Why do manufacturers continue to use this type of music in babies toys? Seriously, do they not watch scary movies? These people must not have children, because if they had ever been woken up in the middle of the night with that coming through the baby monitor - where if you listen close enough, you're sure you can hear people whispering in the background - they would stick to that generic "ABC" song.)
Something in this process woke the Attack up, which started a 4am, hour long battle to get him back to sleep. And the fun just keeps on coming.

This has been a hard week, a week of tears and exhaustion. But there has also been singing and dancing, feeding baby chickens and finding out how many calves were born last night, playing trains and stomping in puddles, building forts and "hatching" out of boxes.

A hard week, but still a good week. Because the world no longer stops when I feel like crap.


xox