Two weeks ago I got a nasty cold. I slept horribly while my body battled the virus that tried to set up shop.
In that time all 4 of the remaining family members have battled a virus, as well. Cole was hacking while I writhed in pain from a sinus headache. Jake and Tate had sniffles and runny noses. Hubz got a cold and sinus infection.
I haven’t slept well in two weeks. I am run down. Running on caffeine and the little energy boost that my 30 minutes a day on the treadmill gives me. I don’t have energy for more than that.
Last night Cole was up crying several times. At dinner, I noticed that he was playing with his ear a lot. When he was up crying at 10:15, 1:30, and 2:45, I asked what the problem was…if anything hurt. “My cheek.”
That was new…hmm. In my sleep-deprived state I rubbed his cheek and applied slight pressure to his forehead. He dozed off. This morning he said his cheek felt better. I bought some children’s acetaminophen just in case. We got home and were sitting on the couch.
He laid his head in my lap. I played with his hair, and brushed it from covering his ear. There it was…the telltale sign of a burst eardrum. Crap!! Well, no wonder it didn’t hurt. Ugh.
After Tate’s speech therapy at 2, we are rushing off to the pediatrician before they close for the day. I had to bribe Cole with a Transformer. He does NOT want to go. But we need to…Cruz he’s got an infection….and momma needs some sleep.