The Long Night Watch

Our roughest night so far since his birth, Mommy and I traded off all night with Little Man as he tries to battle his sickness.

Park's temperature seems to be spiking around 100.2 and then dropping back down into the 99's, so we haven't had to worry there too much. But, his faucet of a nose keeps us in constant "wipe down" mode. Every time he sneezes, his face explodes into a giant mucus bubble. Oh, the joy.

I took the first shift last night, starting at 9pm bedtime and took him at 10pm and again around 1am. Mommy spent most of her time from 1:30am to 4:00am trying to get him to eat, sleep, repeat. Then, I took over again from 4am to 6am by relocating both of us to the sofa, and sort of made a daddy pin that he could cry, squiggle, crawl and kick in without falling out. The crib pretty much is not part of our sick routine, to my dismay.

Hopefully, tonight will be better. Wish us luck!