Hmmmmm. There is a lot going on but in a way, not so much. Maybe not so much in the blog-able sense. I'm tired. Exhausted. Drained. There is too much going on.
Anna is now sick and it is freaking me out. It freaks me out when any of the girls are sick. I try to convince myself that they will be fine but in the back of my mind is that little voice reminding me that it doesn't always turn out that way.
Yesterday morning, she seemed extremely warm to the touch but flipped out at my attempts to take her temperature. We are talking about the underarm method here as our forehead temporal thermometer stopped working months ago. (Don't get me started on that either.) Last night, I forced the thermometer on her. 102!
She doesn't appear to have a fever today but her eyes are all weird. Sort of glassy. Plus, she looks exhausted. Grammy says that she ate well during the day, played here and there, rested a bit, only took a one hour nap. She spent last night sleeping downstairs with me. I'm assuming tonight will be the same.
With Anna, our main concerns are her shunt and her kidneys. She doesn't have any other signs that this is shunt related and has only said that her teeth hurt, not her head.
The girls (mainly Emily followed by Anna) are in this super clingy phase right now. On the one hand, I think about how incredible it is to have these little people love me so much but on the other hand, it is STRESSING ME OUT. For example, the girls wanted to watch a show last night. I was sitting on the couch with them so Rich went over to turn the television on. Do you know what they started screaming? "NO. Mommy do it!" I was like 'you have to be kidding me, right?' (And no, I did not get up to turn the television on to appease them.) They want Mommy to do everything and a meltdown is guaranteed if I don't. There are lots of meltdowns here as I can't do everything.
My point it all of this is that it carries over into middle of the night issues as well. This means that I am on call all the time. Rich and I can't even take turns. I know someone out there is saying, "Well, just let them cry. If they don't want Daddy, then they get no one." Well, you don't have to listen to the crying. Which will quickly turn into all three crying. And screaming. Which will cause unnecessary stress.
Off to eat a big bowl of ice cream and then sleep. Maybe I can get three or four hours in before my little munchkins need my assistance.