Snot serenade

Last night the little slept for 7 hours straight. A huge victory in sleep that we didn't see with his sister until much, much later. Matter of fact, neither his sister or dad slept as soundly last night as he did.

I know because I could hear my husband snoring, my daughter tossing and turning and occasionally calling out to say she needed another diaper. Yes, diaper, because her current cold seems to have been compounded by some fabulous diarrhea.

I know because I was watching my son to make sure he was breathing. He's about a week behind his sister on this cold, and I'm scared out of my mind. He's so congested in his nose, the boogers have turned green, and so far he's holding his own but I'm scared given everything we've been through.

His temp has stayed fine and he's not having breathing problems but I can't say the same for me. occasionally there is a pause in his breathing, as there is with babies sometimes, or time when from across the room I can't see his chest rise and fall, and I find myself holding my own breath.

One day, this will all pass. Not that I'll never be worried about my children again, but it will be nice when I'm no longer on high alert. Hopefully soon.