A portrait of sleep in my family every week in 2018

While everyone was sick, I ended up with both girls in bed with me, while their father was hacking up a lung to the point of vomiting, in the guest room. The five year old seems to have stuck with the pattern of climbing into bed in the middle of the night. It’s probably a habit I’ll regret at some point, but right now it feels easy and comfortable so I’m not complaining. Lately I feel acutely aware of how quickly they are growing, and time is passing, and I feel the window of time when she wants more independence looming, so I’ll take all the cuddles in while I can.


A portrait of sleep in my family every week in 2018

We got hit hard by a virus this week, this girl especially. She was the sickest I have ever seen her, and for the first time since she was an infant, I paged cardiology on the weekend. After two doctors visits, we finally discovered that she had pneumonia. She rebounded quickly once on meds, and seems to be almost clear of symptoms with the exception of a runny nose and lingering cough. Her sister and I are right behind her, and almost over this as well. Her father on the other hand, seems to be in the thick of it right now. We’ve decided to avoid pretty much any and everything, for the remainder of the flu seasons, in hopes that we don’t end up with the actual flu as well. As my five year old said about 100 times this week, I hate being sick.


A portrait of sleep in my family every week in 2018

Our household has finally been hit with one of the many things going around. There’s fevers and coughs, and it’s really only the five year old who is really sick so far. In our house that means even less sleep than normal, and pulse oximeters come out. The level of anxiety I have anytime sickness of this level comes around is so high, I find myself wishing for years to pass and they’ll both be bigger and it won’t be so scary. But I know those years will just bring new worries, and I do so love these girls small like this. Hopefully this sickness passes quickly and we escape relatively unscathed.


A portrait of sleep in my family every week in 2017

She’s in a new habit of waking up before the sun and it is killllllling me. I’m not a morning person. No way, no how. I never have been. Her sister often slept until 9am at this age. This morning she woke up at 6:45am and that was late. I can’t remember the last night I spent any time with my husband or got to watch a tv show that doesn’t air on the Disney channel, or successfully cleaned after the kids went to bed. My house is a total disaster. I can barely make it to 8pm. I end up drinking coffee in the afternoon just to function. If only the five year old still napped then I could squeeze a nap in too. I’m really hoping this phase passes quickly so I can get some rest and we can get back to some semblance of normal around here.