Sleep is the best fantasy I could possibly have today. Not just sleep but a whole night's sleep. Like maybe a straight 8 hours. If I were religious I'd be praying for it now. Here was my early morning:
2 am (is there some sort of toddler alarm that nobody else hears at this time?) M starts crying. Not just any crying, it's the I'm going to make myself throw up crying. Yeah, that's right, my kid cries until he throws up. Sometimes I'm pretty sure he just makes himself throw up so that I"ll come get him. So this is what I'm dealing with at 2 am. A kid who's stopped crying and started gagging. No matter how much cuddling he gets he is still gagging and trying to throw up but he has nothing in his system so it's just not working. I'm half asleep and dead on my feet so I head for the couch. We curl up, I fall asleep with M kicking me and wake up an hour later. M is asleep so I carry him into his room and put him in his crib. He wakes up. I run out of the room, shutting the door behind me. He cries harder. I do my very best to ignore him and hide in my room.
4 am: Obviously M and I have both fallen asleep but now he's woken up. Again. he's gagging. Again. I realize I have to get up. Again. Off to the couch we go. M's freaking out but does finally settle and fall asleep. i get him back to bed. It's about 5 am now.
5:30 am: M's woken up and is having another fit. This time I get smart (or stupid, depending on how you look at it) and I grab a blanket that I keep in his closet. I stumble to the couch, settle us both in and pass out. M is fussing and mewling a bit but I fall asleep anyway.
7 am: Phone rings. It's the some of my husbands employees looking for a phone number. M has officially woken up. I want to cry I feel so tired. I turn on the coffee and prepare for the day.
M's fever is down today and he's been acting slightly more normal although he still has no appetite. He spent most of the day whining and wanting to snuggle so not a lot got done. He refused to nap which was a given since he didn't sleep much last night. He passed out on the couch about 6:30 tonight and I managed to get him to bed with minimal fussing. If he cries tonight I'm ignoring him. I am too tired to worry. I know he has nothing in his tummy to throw up so maybe he'll figure out that gagging does not always bring mommy running. If it gets too bad I'll pop a pillow on my head to dull the sound. Here's hoping for sweet dreams.
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