Sick day, Season Two

Uh, remember that post about a week ago - "Brody has escaped it so far (knock on wood.)" Yea, don't ever say those sorts of things. Doesn't work to knock on wood (don't tell my Mom). Tuesday was Brody's sick day. Fever. 102.4 degrees. Nice. Apparently, he does not realize the magic of sleep when you are sick. Nope. No sleepy sleepy for the little guy. Fever starts at approx 1:00 AM, and Brody fails to sleep more than 30 minutes at a time after that. This also means Mommy isn't sleeping.

Here's where I can tell you a saying that is true: When Momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.

Finally, about 4:30 or so, Scott was tired of hearing my exasperated sighs and dealing with me literally throwing the covers back every time Brody cranked up, so he got up with the little man. I am admitting now (with lots of guilt) that this made me happy. The boys were safely tucked in to the playroom and I could get maybe an hour in the land of nod before the alarm wanted attention. Until....

You'll never believe the phone rang at 5:05 AM. But it did. The hospital....can I come in to work? Every bed in the house is full and we need help. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Not just no, but (explicative) NO! And, while I've got you on the phone, since when do you call me to come to work? Can I get on the do-not-call list? I'll just call you, Okay? Seems like a good arrangement to me.

So I crawl back into bed, but my heart is racing from the phone ringing and scaring the bageezes out of me. I decide I am a living testament that one does not need near the amount of sleep we think we need. I am thinking about this and considering writing a book entitled, "Sleep: Only for the Weak" when the alarm goes off. Yes, I had fallen back asleep, and the alarm was going off. This, too, scares the pee outta me, because I am not used to it either. See, Scott and I have an arrangement: He sets the alarm, quiets the alarm, and gently wakes me. I almost never hear the alarm go off, and when I do, it usually scares me. Ugh. I'm up. Now leave me alone.

Brody's illness (fever only) was short lived. He never acted like he felt bad, but his temp hovered around 102, just like Brayden did last week. I kept him medicated. He's all better now. Tucked away in his crib....sleepin' like a baby.