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more sleep please

Toby stumbled downstairs this morning...snuggled me up...and declared...

"I feel like I could sleep for two more hours!"

Like mommy like son, right?! Only add a few dozen to my number! It seriously took every itty bitty drop of caffine induced energy I could muster to drag myself through the morning madness. I'm impressed that I have real clothes on! That's something, right?
::make-up free tho I may be::

I discovered this weekend that Hand Foot & Mouth is very nasty indeed! I don't remember Trevy being that inconsolable ever!

Not during seizures...

Not through ACTH...

Not whilst teething...

Not even during the wean....

Yep, HF&M totally takes the cake for worst sickies ever!

He spent most of last week not being able to enjoy his new pain n' fluid free ears! The sores in the mouth consumed him! And the rest of our sleep patterns with it!

But today...



He woke up happy & hungry! (His little blistered mouth hurt so much that he had been almost fasting for five days)

Hopefully this week will be the converse of last! And here's to more sleep & energy tomorrow!
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Mama Skates said…
my heart goes out to u with this...i soooo feel ur pain! glad he's finally eating - that was the worst
May 13, 2008 at 7:58 AM
Jonathan said…
I was worried about dehydration...but was able to keep enough in him for three wets. Barely.

But he's MUCH better today!

...danielle
May 13, 2008 at 3:08 PM
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