Yes, I said I have sick baby(S). This is because I have both a sick 9 month old son and a sick 27 year old husband. After being away all of last Saturday day and night for a friends crazy and fun bachelorette party in NYC, I drove home Sunday early afternoon to find two sick boys. The big boy with a cough and sinus infection and the baby boy with a teperature of 102. After squirting motrin and tylenol down his throat for hours and the temp going up, not down, I decided it was time to call the on call doctor. She told me that 104 (which the temp was now up to) was very high for an almost 9 month old and we needed to bring him to the emergency room. After a few hours of tests, monitoring, and more drugs, the fever came down and we were sent home with a miserable baby, a viral infection, a sinus infection, and directions to drug him full of motrin, tylenol, and anti-biotics. His fever came and went for two more days until it finally went away for good. I worked from home one day and took one day off because there was no way I could leave the pathetic little face. So...as I am nursing my poor little baby back to health, my husband insists his case is getting worse, even on anti-biotics, and chugs Nyquil so he can get some sleep. I'm not saying I don't believe he's sick, he is. The thing is, when men are sick, it is like the entire world has ended. I was sick about a month ago and still worked every day, took care of a babe, and travelled to Florida for work for 3 days. Let's get serious hubs.
Since our little prince is waking up every 1-2 hours choking on the flem that is draining down his throat, there is no chance of sleep if he is not propped up, laying on my chest. So here we are in bed, a big baby on one side, coughing/sleeping and a little baby laying on me, twirling my hair into knots, screaming, and coughing. The little babe wakes up every few hours and Mommy is EXHAUSTED.
The hubby does, however, get enough strength and energy every few hours or so to try and take my shorts off or penis poke me in between the snob wiping and drug giving routine I have taken over for our son. Seriously?? Yes, you're hot. Yes, I would love to have sex with you. Please call/poke me after I have time to wipe the snot and eye goop out of my hair, off my chest, legs, arms, and stomach. How can guys be so sick that they literrally can barely breathe between coughs but still can feel good enough for a quickie? I am a hot mess and you're coughing up a lung and look like death. I'm totally turned on, just do me now...
By mid week...I had to go into work. I drug my poor son before shipping him off to the babysitters and then try to put enough make up on my face to make it look like I'm a semi-human and not a walking zombie. I'm not kidding when I say I am more tired right now than I ever was during infancy. Having one sick baby sucks and having two is even worse. All I want to do is drink an entire bottle of wine and sleep for 8 hours. Not happening.
Today I thought maybe if I did Brody's hair, he'd perk up a little. If I'm ever feeling down or sickly, a shower, some bronzer, and a serious hair straightening does the job for me. Not so much for this little guy...
My boys better get well soon because this working Moma can't handle it!
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