Grace has been sick the last couple of days. It really only seems to affect her at night (we'll get to that later) because during the day she is in a great mood. You wouldn't think she was sick at all until she starts talking and it sounds like an arthritic old man.
Needless to say I'm counting down the seconds before Ana joins her as a little sicky. Because if one of them is sick both of them are sick. Its inevitable when Ana insists on taking away anything Grace has and puts it in her mouth. It really is almost like she wants to be sick like her sister.
We still found a way to have fun.
As I mentioned above, the day spent with my sick little one was great. Bedtime was another story.
Erin had people over from her Moms of Multiples group last night for a Moms' Night Out (or more accurately a night in). So there were a lot of people downstairs and a lot of commotion to go along with it. This made bathtime and calming the girls down extra difficult because they wanted to hang out with all these people. They didn't want their bottles. They had no interest in listening to a bedtime story. And they certainly didn't want to go to sleep.
Grace cried and moaned while Ana jumped in her bed. Grace threw her blankets and pacifier on the floor in a form of non-violent protest. I tried to close the door to their room, but Ana could reach it from her crib and kept opening the door. It was an hour and a half before they finally passed out.
Grace was up again close to 11pm because apparently she wanted to watch The West Wing with us. She went back down relatively easy at that point.
But 3am is when the real fireworks flew. Grace woke up fussy and stuffed up. She cried and moaned and wouldn't calm down. This led to Ana waking up and screaming. We changed diapers. Nothing. We gave them bottles. Nada (in fact Grace threw up for good measure). I rocked Ana until she started to calm down. When one was back to sleep, my job was done. I had work in the morning after all, and I needed to get some sleep. I was out again by 4am. I couldn't tell you how long Erin stayed up, but they alarm going off at 6:30 felt like the blink of an eye.
So the day was once again good. The night? Not so much. Now I'm trying to avoid my zombie tendencies. Not like wanting to eat brains or anything, just drifting my way through an exhausted day.