School starts on Wednesday. This was our last weekend to make summer count. Our plan was to head up north to the cabin on Thursday for a long weekend of fishing and swimming and bonfires with smores and rides on the pontoon boat. But then Ben was sick on Thursday and Grace was still recovering from her flu/cold so we stayed home. Friday rolled around and Ben was feeling much better and Grace was cheerful so we decided to take a chance and go to the cabin anyway. I tried to ignore the fact that my throat felt like a briar bush.
We got up to the cabin by early afternoon. Plenty of time to enjoy the warm day. Except my body was starting to ache. And Grace was looking pretty tired. Still, we all went for a boat ride and played in the yard and even made it to dinner. All was going swell. Until I started getting progressively achy with cold sweats and a pounding headache. Nevermind the fact that I could barely swallow. I was just thankful that it was me that was sick instead of one of the kiddos. If I could get a good nights sleep I'm sure I would be feeling fine the next day.
I went to bed as soon as I put Grace to bed. Regardless of the ibuprofen I'd taken I was still in agony. I slept fitfully for about two hours until Grace woke up crying. Loudly. For a long time. Finally, I dragged my sickly body out of bed, joints aching, body sweating, to retrieve the little whiner.
I'm not sure what woke her. Don't know why she couldn't get back to sleep. But an hour and a half later I was still walking her around the tiny bedroom, sweating and crying and praying for mercy. Yes, Todd tried to help, but I am the expert in this area you see, so I knew I had to handle this. Besides, Todd isn't very good at breastfeeding.
Finally I got her to sleep and retreated to my bedroom. Only to be shaken ten minutes later when I heard her wailing again. After another twenty minutes I went to her and tried to sleep on the big bed with her. Eventually, the little rascal calmed down and fell asleep but her waking every 45 minutes and rolling and kicking me every 10 minutes did not help me at all. No sleep was had.
The next day I was definitely feeling it. It must be a flu bug or something, but compounded with no sleep it was rough. Grace was not a happy camper. She was tired. And for reasons I still can't figure out she didn't want to sleep in her room. The very room she slept for 14 hours a day in just a few weeks ago.
I made the decision to take my MIL's car and drive Grace and myself the 3 hour drive back home so that we could be miserable without interrupting everyone else's fun, and in the comfort of our own house. It was a rough drive.
The day got a little better once we got home. Grace slept in her own crib for a while, giving us both a much needed break. I felt slightly better but by the evening I was a sweaty, achy, headachy mess again. I put Grace to bed and prayed she would give me a full nights rest. I took some more medicine and climbed in bed well before the nighttime news came on.
This morning I am feeling better. I am running at about 75%. I'll take it. Grace and I are awaiting Todd and the boys' return. I just wish I hadn't missed all the last weekend fun. *sigh*
Well, I have two days left to make it up to them. Oh! And the county fair is next weekend. That will be fun!
That is, if no one else gets sick.