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...of a sick house


I now definitely have what the children have. Stuffy, gross nose and sore throat (they haven't been able to communicate that symptom to us, but now that I have one, I'm pretty sure they must be suffering from it as well). Abram had a rough night and now two good ones, sleeping all the way through in his tent which we moved to our living room. We did this because Selah is a day behind him and she's a baby. So when she wakes up unable to breathe, a dramatically loud process of booger sucking and consequent screaming ensues that would wake the dead, not to mention her sleeping brother. Her rough night was two nights ago. Last night was better, once we actually got her to go to sleep in spite of her stuffiness. I'm hoping tonight will be even better. 

Poor little girl. I have realized recently that while there are some pretty awesome things about being a baby (like getting to be pushed around in a stroller everywhere, being held and snuggled constantly by people you love, and not having to go to work), there are some pretty annoying things about being a baby as well. Topping that list would be sitting in a dirty diaper for as long as it takes for those people you love to realize it needs to be changed, closely followed by not being able to blow your nose. And it's not just not being able to blow your OWN nose. I mean, a baby doesn't have any kind of capacity to control the kind of force required to clear out idle mucus at the back of the nose and throat. Right now I am coveting Selah's sneezes because she inadvertently holds her breath and ends up shooting out loads of green snot every time. And I am there waiting with a fresh tissue and a "hallelujah". You might ask, what about the bulb syringe?  Doesn't that work for clearing their nose out?  Sometimes. If they cooperate. Abram actually loves it. We ask if we can suck his boogers and he offers his little nose with no fuss, knowing he will feel better once it's over. Selah, on the other hand, d.e.s.p.i.s.e.s. it. Abram never hated booger sucking that much at any age. Not sure what that's all about, but she cries so much that it almost makes it all futile because she creates just as much congestion crying as we were able to get out with the bulb. 

Anyway, we are praying that the worst days for the children are behind us. Abram started losing his voice last night and (I'm a horrible person) it was adorable. Not sure how it is this morning yet, but probably better. However Quinn and I are on the front end and beginning to pump ourselves full of vitamins, which we should have been doing beforehand, but we were too busy taking care of sick children. Luckily, we can blow our noses, so it shouldn't be quite as epic. But I just got over a sinus infection that lasted about two weeks just a day or so ago. I'm just annoyed at my body right now. Quinn hasn't been sick the whole time we've been here. So maybe we will turn his illness into a "well, praise God this is the first time you've been sick" mentality and that will make it better. 

At any rate, here's a picture of Selah breathing through her mouth yesterday. This worked when she was awake to make her less irritable. The problem arose the second her thumb went in her mouth when going to sleep. A thumb sucker with a cold is a pretty miserable thing, let me tell you. But maybe it will help her wean off of it a little bit. 

There's a sunny side to every situation, right?  Praise The Lord. 

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  1. I LOVE that your blog is called On the Verge! What a fun play and a creative use in your blog. Your kiddos are so cute and I hope you all get feeling better soon!

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