Rough Week

Late last week Sean started to come down with a chest cold. Where he got it from is unknown; maybe a virus brought home by me that my stronger and more practised immune system could handle. Regardless, starting Thursday night onwards he was the picture of mildly miserable, especially at night.

With the exception of Friday night, he has been up in the middle of the night and in the process depriving both Kim and I of valuable sleep. One night wasn't so bad; two nights was getting rough; three nights and Kim looked dead and I was fried. Can't get sleep in the middle of the day, the boys just don't nap long enough.

Meanwhile, Lukas has been sleeping like a baby (with the exception of Friday night and even then it was a minor wake up) and he's been looking at us waking zombies and wondering what's going on.

Yesterday Kim was reaching the meltdown point so I offered to stay up with Sean and let her get as much solid sleep as possible. Last night around midnight poor clogged up Seany-boy woke up with his miserable "why is this happening to me?!?!" wail and I went and got him. We headed down to the couch and slept four hours down there. I was getting a stiff back and shoulders at that point so I decided to appeal to Kim's generousity and gave her a sleeping baby while I went back downstairs to sleep on the non-stiff side.

Of course Sean woke up after about 10 minutes or so. I felt bad, after all I promised Kim a restful night, so I went back up and retrieved my charge, back down to the couch where we cuddled again. Then at 5:30 I took him back up as I needed to get up for work soon and I wanted to see if I could catch an hour of peaceful shut eye.

Sigh, of course Lukas woke up at 6:00. Figuring that was the end of the night for me, I went and got him, changed him and took him into Kim. She took Sean over the crib to see if he would rest in there for a while, and I left to the shower with the latest round of baby musical beds almost over for the evening.

And that was a slow night!