So the littles are sick. Like, horrible rattling cough, snotty faces, whining, tired, miserable sick.
Two sick babies mean mommy and daddy don’t sleep.
And not “don’t sleep” as in “oh, my baby was up all night, he only slept for like 5 hours” sort of don’t sleep. No, that IS sleep my friends. No sleep is rocking a wheezing baby in a rocking chair for 4 hours because he won’t let you put him down, and hearing another baby stirring in the next room, after it took her an hour and a half to fall asleep two hours earlier…
That is no sleep.
No sleep is putting the sick baby in his crib and telling your husband, I can’t, because it is dawning on you that not only have you been rocking sick, snotty babies all day, and all night, but in 3 hours you’re going to have to do it for another whole day.
No sleep is crying silently because if you wake a baby you might throw up.
Okay, that’s a bit melodramatic.
But not untrue.
They will get better. They will sleep. The snot will dry up. But right now? Mommy and daddy are wondering how the human race has survived this long.
And I’m pretty sure daddy is making an appointment for snip snip.
That is all.