Pathetic Baby (and Mommy)

Yesterday, I was telling a coworker how great the girls sleep through the night because I sleep through the night. Of course, I jinxed myself. The girls started the night off sleeping in Anna's bed.

Around 3:00 am, I wake up to Emma-Grace's panicked scream and find her in the hallway crying that the "kitty on arm." I assume that Gus slept on her. When I scooped her up, she was burning up with a fever of 102 degrees. I put her on my bed and went to get some Motrin for her. While digging out the Motrin, I hear the wonderful sounds of throw up and the panic scream of baby afterwards. Since Ken and I are potty trained, we do not have a plastic cover on our mattress to deflect baby vomit or pee pee. So once again I rescue her, administer the medicine and then we cuddle until 5:00 am. At which point, I just stay up since my alarm for work is going to go off in 30 mins.

Vomiting appears to be an isolated incident, so Grammy watches her. After all, Grammies are good at cuddling. Grammy, being the lifesaver that she is, brings me a giant Diet Coke to keep me going. While on my way to work at 6:45 am, with lots of anti-eye puffiness makeup on, I pull through a turn around and the Diet Coke goes flying out of the cup holder and all over the floor of the passenger seat. Yes, I am relieved that it didn't land on me, but mostly I am upset that my Diet Coke is being sucked up into the van's floor mat. I arrive at work and decide to leave Diet Coke exactly where it landed in the Van... it is after all, Ken's car, not mine and I can't be held responsible for my actions after a night like that.

So work begins and Emma-Grace seems to be herself most of the day based on phone calls with Grammy. I arrive home to find Grammy cuddled up with a listless Emma-Grace who once again has a 102 degree fever. You know she is sick when she doesn't spaz out when a wet towel with an ice pack is placed on her head. After some serious Mommy cuddling, she falls asleep and I place her on the couch with the ice pack on her head. See below.

After a few hours of this, she seems to return to normal or the Motrin once again kicked in. She lucks out with a Popsicle for dinner and is now sleeping in her crib... hopefully through the night. However, the night is still young.

Oh, and the best part is, is that Ken is out of town for all of this...