And then the blog-gods smote she who mocked them
After posting yesterday about how Jacob is sleeping better, such that he could possibly sleep in his crib all the night long, he woke up four times last night (midnight! 2:30! 5:00! 6:00!) and immediately began screaming each time I tried to put him back in the crib, regardless of how fast asleep he had been on my lap/shoulder/boob. At 6 this morning I couldn't take it anymore and drug him on the couch with me, where we slept until 8. I am only partially sane as the result of lots and lots of coffee. And a 3-hour nap. For some unexplained reason, you can always count on these boys to nap like champs.
Turns out everyone, except me, is coming down with a mild respiratory affliction. Isaac was sporting a fairy-ring of crusty snot about his nostrils this morning and was so whiny and not himself all day. Tonight as I put Jacob in bed (again and again), he was miserable and obviously snot-laden. We are rescinding our "sleep in your crib, boy" mandate temporarily, and Dada has been ordered to sleep on the couch tonight as we batten down the sleep hatches and prepare for the worst on all sides.
To prevent further illness, I took the fellers to the pediatrician this morning for flu shots. Well, actually I made the appointment a week ago, but still. If we can do things to stop sickness, we will do them.
Here are the cuties playing together in the waiting room. When I told Isaac we were going to Dr. Modi's office, he asked, "I play with peas, mommy?" Peas? What? We got there and he ran right to her table full of those pushing-the-beads-on-the-track things. "Peas!" he exclaimed. Beads. I get it. He should work on that before he hits Mardi Gras.
I love my doctor. One appointment for two boys. And we didn't even have to see her, just the medical assistant. I made Isaac go first, since Jacob would be completely oblivious to the cause-effect relationship that produced the screaming.
This was Isaac's first shot since he really became hyper-aware (and capable of memory). I'm thinking he won't be a fan. I sat him on my lap and held him while she shot him up. He screamed and cried big crocodile tears, like I had betrayed him. "Mommy! My shot hurts so much! Make it stop!" he begged of me. I did my best to explain to him why we get shots, but you know he doesn't care. And then, as he was still hurting, I had the gall to leave him sitting in the chair alone, two feet away from me, while I turned around and held his brother as he got his shot on the table. Jacob was funny -- he barely cried. She shot him in the leg, where his blubber apparently has few nerves.
So far, so good -- Isaac's arm still hurts him a little should it be touched around the injection site, but other than the pre-existing sniffles, everyone appears to be taking their flu shots well. Let's hope the shots don't add to the misery of sleeping with a stuffy nose.
Turns out everyone, except me, is coming down with a mild respiratory affliction. Isaac was sporting a fairy-ring of crusty snot about his nostrils this morning and was so whiny and not himself all day. Tonight as I put Jacob in bed (again and again), he was miserable and obviously snot-laden. We are rescinding our "sleep in your crib, boy" mandate temporarily, and Dada has been ordered to sleep on the couch tonight as we batten down the sleep hatches and prepare for the worst on all sides.
To prevent further illness, I took the fellers to the pediatrician this morning for flu shots. Well, actually I made the appointment a week ago, but still. If we can do things to stop sickness, we will do them.
Here are the cuties playing together in the waiting room. When I told Isaac we were going to Dr. Modi's office, he asked, "I play with peas, mommy?" Peas? What? We got there and he ran right to her table full of those pushing-the-beads-on-the-track things. "Peas!" he exclaimed. Beads. I get it. He should work on that before he hits Mardi Gras.
I love my doctor. One appointment for two boys. And we didn't even have to see her, just the medical assistant. I made Isaac go first, since Jacob would be completely oblivious to the cause-effect relationship that produced the screaming.
This was Isaac's first shot since he really became hyper-aware (and capable of memory). I'm thinking he won't be a fan. I sat him on my lap and held him while she shot him up. He screamed and cried big crocodile tears, like I had betrayed him. "Mommy! My shot hurts so much! Make it stop!" he begged of me. I did my best to explain to him why we get shots, but you know he doesn't care. And then, as he was still hurting, I had the gall to leave him sitting in the chair alone, two feet away from me, while I turned around and held his brother as he got his shot on the table. Jacob was funny -- he barely cried. She shot him in the leg, where his blubber apparently has few nerves.
So far, so good -- Isaac's arm still hurts him a little should it be touched around the injection site, but other than the pre-existing sniffles, everyone appears to be taking their flu shots well. Let's hope the shots don't add to the misery of sleeping with a stuffy nose.
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