Sunday morning the baby was fine. By Sunday afternoon her eyes looked tired and she seemed to have a low-grade fever (of course it went from good to bad in the car on the way to a family event). Then she started coughing, which means her asthma was coming on. So, once we were home I gave her a breathing treatment, some tylenol and then some motrin. She slept well for a couple hours before the coughing came back. I went to give her another breathing treatment around 11:30pm and I realized I was nearly dripping sweat from just holding her. Her temp was 101.8, and I gave her more tylenol (too early for more motrin). She was miserable but finally settled down after about an hour, but her fever wasn't down yet which made me nervous so I kept checking on her every 15 minutes. The husband was working late and arrived home around 1:30 at which point her fever was finally down.
But then, of course, after many months of Texas's worst drought (and about 2 thunderstorms in a year), a MASSIVE thunderstorm settled in right above our house letting loose some enormous house-shaking claps and even took me off guard. So, of course, the boy wakes up scared (somehow the girls slept through that - amazing!), arrives in our room and has to be settled on the floor. I finally fell asleep for the night around 2am, only to be awakened by a coughing baby at 3:30 am in need of a breathing treatment. Ugh. Husband is dead to the world, so up I go. At least her temperature was normal. I finish and finally get back to bed around 4:15 only to be awakened by my alarm at 6am. After hitting snooze a couple times I made the husband get up and get the boy off to the bus (which comes at 7:05!). My eyes refused to open.
And, of course, a day of exhaustion combined with a sick baby combined with a dirty house filled with an enormous amount of dirty laundry is just dreamy. At least it poured rain all day so I had nothing to do but stay indoors. These kinds of things are definitely the reason why so many parents look