29 weeks

Saturday:
Remember how excited I was in my last post on Thursday? Well, that excitement was quickly felled by the stomach virus that hit our entire family on Friday morning. Rose had been crabby and not eating well all week, but we just attributed it to the time change. So we still sent her to school on Friday morning while Mike and I each called in sick to work. He took over the bed in Rose's room and I laid claim to our bed (don't I have a great husband?!). Our day consisted of long naps alternating with hurried trips to the bathroom. Blech. In addition to our GI symptoms, I also had a fever and was getting chills and hot flashes all day. It was miserable! By the time 3:30 rolled around and it was time to pick up Rose at school, we both felt like we had been hit by trains. Mike picked up Rose (doesn't she have a great dad?!) and found out that a stomach virus had hit the school hard. In fact, there were only five toddlers in attendance because the rest of them had called in sick with the exact same symptoms we were experiencing! Rose continued to be crabby all evening, even with her Grandma who had stopped by after work to help us out (don't we have great family?!), but we still didn't think she had the same illness we had... until it was time to put her to bed. As I was sitting in her quiet room nursing her, suddenly I heard her stomach gurgling and she vomited all over me! Now, this girl knows how to spit up, but this was no "spit up." This was projectile vomiting of massive proportions. Poor girl!! We got her all changed into fresh pajamas and cleaned up the mess, and then she immediately fell asleep. Given how little she'd eaten all day, I totally caved when she woke up crying at 1am. But now I'm praying that she sleeps through the night tonight (since all she did was eat and sleep all day - I think she's still recovering) because I don't want to have to go through the trauma (for me) of sleep training again! Fingers crossed...

Sunday: 
No luck. Rose woke up crying for over an hour, despite Mike's "longer and longer" reassurances (i.e., "We love you, Rose. But it's night time. Time for sleep. See you in the morning!") Poor sleep coupled with lingering GI symptoms made for a pretty miserable day. After we took Rose's 29-week portraits, we hung out at Mike's mom and stepdad's house all day, watching TV, playing with Rose, and eating very small amounts of Mary's delicious food.

"Look at me! I'm almost 7 months old!"

At one point Rose was so tired that she even took a nap on the floor mattress and not in my arms!

(Let's not talk about all the sleep dangers in this picture, okay?)

Monday:
Once again we had a night-time waker. Mike was already sleeping on the couch due to his horrible GI symptoms and he took the monitor with him, but I could hear Little Miss's cries for about an hour straight. She had done nothing but eat all day on Sunday so I was pretty convinced that she wasn't actually hungry. I was glad Mike was giving his "longer and longer" reassurances, because otherwise I was sure that Rose would think we had abandoned her and hated her. Mike and I both woke up exhausted and with continued GI distress. I'm scraping the bottom of the PTO bank, so I decided to try to go in to work anyway. Let's just say it was a rough day.

Tuesday:
Another hour of over-night crying. I seriously am starting to feel like the worst mother ever! It also didn't help that Mike and I had apparently not communicated well about the nuances of our sleep training plan and ended up arguing about it at 2am - that was supposed to be the point of having a plan, so we wouldn't have to have any discussions about it in the middle of the night! Oh well. We figured it out after we woke up this morning, so now we're prepared for tonight. On the up side, Mike says he's feeling much better and I'm feeling somewhat better (mostly just exhausted). Let's hope this is the end of the sickness for all three of us!