The past week has been filled with nights of little sleep; I've been up for hours most nights with Maddie or Riley or both, consoling them as they cough and cough and cough. The Mads has been the worst-hit by far, to the point that I finally took her to our pediatrician's drop-in hours this morning just to make sure that yes, it really is just a cold and no, there really isn't anything to do but ride it out. And so we do. The doctor on duty did advise giving Maddie some Benadryl before bed to dry her nose out a bit and prevent the nasal drip that is likely the cause of much of the coughing. We gave it a try tonight. Fingers are crossed. Last night I shot out of bed at 11:00, ripped awake by the sound of Maddie gagging on post-nasal drip, so I'm really hoping the Benadryl helps out. She was so scared, poor baby.
We've tried honey and Vicks on the feet, we run a humidifier on Full Tilt in the twins' room at night, and yesterday I even resorted to letting Maddie have a lollipop in the middle of the night figuring it was the closest thing I had to a cough drop. I'm not sure that any of the folk remedies are helping, but at least the delighted look on Maddie's face as I gave her straight honey one night and a lollipop the next made the hours of wakefulness somewhat more tolerable.
I've entered into that zone of exhaustion that takes me back to the newborn days (or should I say: daze). This makes being a proofreader/boss of proofreaders a tough row to hoe during the day. Thank goodness for coffee. That's what I have to say about that. I've found, though, that while my sleepiness might make work a rough go, it makes the evenings with the kids almost easier. I'm too tired to keep up my sometimes ridiculous standards. I let my guard down and relax. We had a great night tonight. I fed them "picnic dinner," a catch-as-catch-can affair that's on the menu at least once a week at our house: cheese, crackers, fresh fruit, crunchy green beans. After dinner I let them have a cookie for dessert (new parenting philosophy: Why The Hell Not?) and we watched a Dora video (see new parenting philosophy). After the video, Maddie and I took a shower together while Riley watched, then I let Maddie cavort around naked while I pulled Riley in the tub and washed him under the running faucet (he is anti-shower). Then is was milk, pjs, stories, and bed.
Maddie and Riley are both sleeping peacefully for now. Maddie did cough up a storm right after she got in bed, but drifted off fairly quickly, and Riley chatted for nearly 30 minutes, such a sweet thing to listen to, before he succumbed. Laundry is humming in the basement. I'm about to pour myself some wine and read my book club book, Michael Chabon's excellent Mysteries of Pittsburgh, for an hour before Grey's comes on.
I don't want to feel this woozy exhaustion all the time, but for tonight, it is what it is. Time for a date with my couch.