The Bug That Won't Die!

It all started the night of Christmas Eve. I spent the week before the holiday preparing the house to host Christmas Eve with his family, and Christmas Day with mine, so I had a lot of shopping, cooking, and baking to get done, along with making sure the house was nice and company clean, so I wasn't getting much sleep at night. All was well though, until Christmas Eve night. Everyone left, I got comfy in my jammies, cuddled up my blanket in bed, and fell fast asleep...and woke around around 3am with a cold.

It hit me out of nowhere, and I spent Christmas Day feeling worse and worse as the day went on, so that by the time dinner hit I was ready to pack it in. I figured it happened when I wasn't getting a lot of rest, and spending a lot of time at the store where I was bound to get germs.

Of course, being a stay at home mom, it was just a few days later that the little man woke up with congestion and a cough, and I knew he got hit with the bug too. A few days after that, hubby started in with a cough, which turned into a horrible cough, and eventually needed a trip to the ER which told us he had a severe case of bronchitis.

So here we were, miserable for the start of the new year, but eventually started feeling better....until the baby started sneezing...a lot...and always on me. Then I got the sniffles...hubby got them too. Then, we were better again.

Now, round 3 has hit us. I started last weekend, with a sudden hit of a cold turned into a horrible sinus infection. Now as I am starting to finally be able to breathe again and smell things (which was nice not to smell dirty diapers for a change), the little one has gotten the cold again, and hubby is back to his coughing fits. I am now playing nurse maid to sickies, and wondering why no one played nurse maid to me.

I am trying so so hard to get this cold bug out of our house once and for all, because this passing it back and forth to each other is just wearing us out. Poor hubby has been sleeping on the couch so he doesn't have so many coughing fits, but also so he doesn't pass it onto me, and I have been using Lysol on every surface several times a day. I also had been keeping the windows open during the day, but with the recent Arctic cold blast we've had, that hasn't been an option.

The worst is that I hate seeing my little man sick. Yesterday he looked so pale, with bags under his eyes and a little red nose. But God love him, he is the best, even when sick. He just plays and plays, not as hard as when he is feeling well, but still has so much he has to get done with those toys. Luckily, he is finally feeling well enough to sleep through the night again. The other night, when I was still feeling at my worst, I had less then an hour sleep when he woke up whining, and was up from 2am until 6am. Every time I put him down for bed, he'd just stand there and his face would crumple and tears would fall. How do you not pick him up!?

So here is hoping all the Lysol in the world, and sleeping in separate rooms, will finally put us on the road back to good health.