RSV *edit*

I have not abandoned my blog, but I am in the hospital with my son. He has RSV and is currently in an oxygen tent. We have been here since Thursday and will be going home tomorrow!

Apparently I have lost the ability to spell lol. So this post was edited for spelling.

Sleepless night

When my son was first born he would sleep anywhere from four to five hours a night before waking up to eat, then for the last two months he would sleep anywhere from six to eight hours a night pretty good for an almost three month old (Friday). He always woke up at 5:30 then slept for two more hours.

However the last two nights he has woken up at three and decided that he wants to wake up earlier then 5:30 and stay awake. Now the first night wasn't so bad as it was 4:30 and I brought him out into the living room where he promptly fell asleep on me around 5:30. We both got another hour and a half of sleep.

Last night he woke up at 3:30 and I tried in vain to get him to go back to sleeping, finally I once again brought him into the living room and I know they say not to do this but when you are exhausted you will try anything. So I Promptly put him in his swing and turned it on and by 5:00 he was asleep.

As I snuggled in my snuggly under a thick quilt and started my way back to dream land, Five minutes later I heard my daughter crying out "Daddy, Daddy" My husband was still passed out and it didn't wake him but it sure woke me. I made my way down the hall to pick her up and she asked to sleep with us, I explained to her that I was sleeping in the living room but she could still sleep in our bed if she wanted to.

Fifteen minutes later I hear her start coughing and she vomited all over our sheets. My husband brought her into the bathroom to clean her up while I changed the sheets and then promptly tried again to fall asleep. Ten minutes later she again started coughing and the processes of cleaning her up and changing sheets started again, except this time she needed her clothes changed. As my husband was changing my daughter, he looked over at my son...and turned off...the swing. *blinks* less then a minute later my son started screaming.

I quickly picked him up and got him back to sleep and then laid him down in his little chair and he thankfully stayed asleep.

My daughter coughed a few more times before falling asleep and as I closed my eyes I looked at the clock 6:30 and knew that I had to get up in an hour to get my daughter ready for school.

Unfortunately however my poor daughter woke up with a temp of 103.00 it has gone down since to 102.5 but I wont stop worrying until it's in the 90's. She is asleep next to me fighting it off.

Out of the mouths of babes...

Last week we finally removed the Christmas tree from the house, my husband enjoyed having it up but over the last month I had started removing the ornaments and packing them away until next Christmas. As my husband was taking my daughter to preschool Friday morning she gave out a little sigh, my husband asked her what the matter was to which she replied "The Christmas tree is all alone and he's crying"

My husband pointed out that the Christmas tree wasn't alone, that there were many tree's around. "Your right she said, he's not crying anymore he's happy.

That night although she seemed to be acting like her usual giggly self, she promptly stopped and vomited on the living room rug twice, once in the bathroom, and then projectile vomited once more on the living room floor. Then she ran around like nothing happened. However she did end up coughing her head off for about three hours after.

Saturday morning she lounged on the couch, she had a fever that got up to 102.00 and you could just tell that she didn't feel well at all. She didn't want to drink and she hardly ate anything at all. She just cuddled up on my lap for the better part of the day.

On Sunday she was her usual self and went to the grocery store with my husband, where she had gotten a treat. My husband bought her a small bag that contained three ring pops, I cringed when I saw the sticky treat but she had behaved well and earned them. At one point my husband said to her "I proposed to Mommy with a ring pop", my daughters face lit up with joy and responded "That's lovely"

Later that evening as my daughter and husband were in the kitchen cooking up something yummy, my husband jokingly put a chip clip in my daughters hair. Her response? "No Daddy, only elastics go in the hair" then she looked at him seriously and said "Let me tell you something about elastics" and proceeded to explain to him how they worked.

She is far too cute.