The drizzle of unhealthy that was trickling through our house has upped its game. Coop is holding strong, Seneca is sporting an ugly cough, but poor little Beckham, well, he's got the worst of it. After a lousy week last week, he was looking forward to a weekend with his Auntie Linny. Instead of laughing his head off while she tickled the living daylights out of him, he was as hoarse as could be, as in pathetic, make-my-heart-break-when-he-said-"mommy,"-hoarse.He and his daddy visited nighttime pediatrics last night and got priority over the others waiting due to the super high fever and bark-like cough. After multiple injections of multiple medications he finally came home with a smile on his face and a dual-diagnoses including croup and influenza A. Come on, already.
There are parties to plan and to host and to attend. There is major baking to do. And shopping. And wrapping. and virtually no time to simply sit and be sick, and yet, that's what we're doing. The little guy took three impressive naps today (no, I didn't get one) and it's a good thing because when he was awake, he was not his jolly self. I hope we're on the mend because if I haven't mentioned it already, we have no time to be sick!! I will, however, concede that one of the perks of a sick child is the cuddle factor. He fell asleep on me today in the rocking chair. I'm pretty sure that hasn't happened since he was a newborn. Love those moments.
When my head can handle looking at this here screen for more than 5 minutes without wanting to scream, I'll find pics, and updates, and real stuff to blog about. Until then, pray for my head, and beckham's lungs. oh, heck. pray for the whole lot of us. I'll pray for you back, I promise.