I got to sleep in til seven o'clock this morning. I feel sluggish and hung over from sleeping that much. Turner has been sick this week. Nothing serious, just a cough and cold. But anyone with a chap knows that a minor cold turns into near pneumonia when the sun goes down. The first night he was up at one, and I brought him in our bed so I could make sure he was breathing OK. He fell back asleep, Brad fell back to snoring, but with two lil noise makers I just sat up and listened to the duet.
The second night we had his nebulizer out and he sounded better. After his breathing treatment he went to bed, all was well. At two am I heard him start coughing. I got up stumbled to the kitchen, loaded the medicine dropper with cough syrup and went to give it to him. I walked in to see Turner not awake, but still miserable looking. He was balled up, cover all shoved down, and an ominous half a Huggie sticking up out of his butt crack. I whispered to him and he sat up and took his medicine. He laid right back down to go to sleep, such a sweet baby. But, I ran a hand down along his belly, oh no, not tonight. He was soaking wet. The diaper had come undone at some point, and once Willy was freed he watered the entire bed.
Turner was wet, so I stripped him naked and wiped him down. Put new jammies on my sleepy eyed prince. I surveyed the damage. Could I just change the bottom sheet and mattress pad? Oh no. The blankets were wet. He had some how managed to get pee on his pillow and half of the bears he sleeps with. I sorted out one dry bear and loaded them up and packed them into our room. I told Brad to move over and put Turner down in the middle.
My husband snores, a fact that I live with. I am appreciative that he is still when he sleeps. If I can't have quiet at night at least he's not tossing and turning. Turner snores when he is sick, just can't be helped. Turner is not a still sleeper. His hands and feet are in perpetual motion the entire night. The only place he could find to put his feet was right in my kidneys. Fine, I was just going to lay there and try to go to sleep. Thing about trying to sleep: The harder I try, the less I sleep. So I sat up for the rest of the night pissed that I was yet again awake. Just practice for the upcoming new born I suppose.
Last night, with all beds having clean sheets, we all headed to bed early. Didn't take long and we were all asleep in our respective beds. Three am rolls around, I hear coughing, get up, and go to get his medicine. I found him still mostly asleep, he took his medicine and laid back down into his warm dry bed. Hallelujah! I stumble back to my room and into bed with my most beloved slumbering grizzly bear. I went back to sleep, sweet, sweet sleep.
I slept until ten to six. Normally getting up this early is no problem. Brad was not going in to work quiet as early this morning though. So I got up and tried to pull the wool over my son's eyes. "Hi Mommy!" the definition of bright eyed and bushy tailed greets me. I whisper to him that it's night-night time, but he can come into mommy's bed if he's quiet. Off to crawl back in my bed, please just twenty more minutes? I know Brad is not asleep because the room is quiet when we come back in. He's already moved over and is acting asleep to help lure Turner into mom's lie that it is still night time. We lay there and it is clear that Turner's feet, hands and his whispering little mouth do not believe that it is time to be asleep.
Brad, who really deserves a few minutes of extra sleep, gets up and takes Turner with him. Have I said how much I love that man? I am a little more tired than normal, the whole pregnancy thing taking effect I suppose. Brad knows this and leaves me to sleep a few minutes more. I actually fell completely back asleep, dreamed it was the last day of school and I was cleaning out my locker. I slept til seven, got up and found my boys watching cartoons, eating waffles together. What a wonderful sight for two dreary eyes. So today for his heroic acts, Brad will be rewarded with a freshly baked cake. I believe in posistive reinforcment. He can have his cake and eat it too. I can make it through the day with eyes that are a little less blood shot. Best of all, Turner has the benifit of two happy, semi-rested parents. Life is good.
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