Sophia has strep throat. I've always thought that strep-throat and throwing up were two of the most awful of life's experiences. And my poor, helpless, little 2 year old suffered both in our bed all night long last night. It was awful. We didn't know she had strep 'till Ross took her to Urgent Care today. We just knew she was burning up, and obviously super uncomfortable and starting early this morning, throwing up like every 20 minutes, regardless of her obvious best efforts to keep it in. (I thought of you, Sarah, how you'd rather suffer the nausea than let it out.) That was my little Sophi-bug. "Do you have to throw up?" and she'd shake her head no, holding her mouth, trying not to let herself cough. Is this too many details? It was just one of the most heartbreaking mommy-moments... or mommy days, yet. She was just so horrified every time she had to go through it again. And there's no way to take it away. Awful.
So she and Ross are asleep upstairs right now, VERY out of the ordinary for us. We've never had success with the whole "bring her in bed, it will be kind of fun, cuddling with our little girl" thing. She ends up wanting pancakes or jelly beans or the park at like 2 am. And clobbering both of us until we give up on the idea of sleep and let her be the queen of the world. Who are we kidding? Like we're ever in charge.
It's hard to blog these days. I'm kind of missing it.
The house is still a wreck but as of this morning the plastic bubble has been UNstapled from the walls and while it is without flooring or paint, that corner of my house IS accessible, which is a VAST improvement. It means I have so much more light in my house and that I have the use of my laundry room! I think I've done like 6 loads this afternoon. And yes, I know what you're thinking, lucky timing since last night was a vomit-on-sheets fest. Sigh. In a mere couple of weeks, our brand-new house might actually resemble a ...ahem.... brand new house.