the night that wouldn't end

baby bu has had a runny nose for 3 days now. angel girl, who has been on a baby-kissing marathon, caught the sniffles on friday night. in kissing her, i caught the flu then passed it to the hubs. so sunday was pretty much screwed for all of us.

monkey boy has turned out to be the victor in this sick game of pass-the-bug. to a point where i think he feels left out that he is not part of this nasal orchestra. i seem to be the loser as i have to put up with the grumpy hubs (who doesn't know if he is coming or going), baby bu who has a serious case of "manja-ni-tis" and angel girl who is the worst hit but is in medical denial.

i've been awake since 2am now nursing her. she coughs but doesn't want to cough up. now her tummy is cramped from all that controlled coughing. it's frustrating. she doesn't want to lie down anymore. i get hauled out of bed to sit with her while she watches cartoon network. we are patiently waiting for the clinic to open at 8:30. *time goes by ... so slowly*

i'm just about wasted. my tongue is so numb i'm not sure if it's in my mouth anymore. my body is aching so much, my skin feels raw. it feels like happy hour in my nose as the house pour continues to run relentlessly. and don't even get me started on the headache. sigh. whoever said "with pain comes pleasure" was definately not a mom!