Yesterday, I was so tired I could barely move. Dan kept asking what I wanted to do today. I could not come up with an answer. I just kept saying "Honestly, a nap sounds really nice!" Then, a little while later, he would ask again. I kept not having an answer and only reverting back to the nap idea. We got home, got the boys bathed and in bed, and I quickly followed them. I was sound asleep by 9:00 p.m.
My alarm was set for 7:30 this morning. Soon after I woke up, I heard Micah crying on the monitor. Before I ever went into his room, I told Dan "I bet I'm not going to church today!" I knew that by the cry. My baby boy hardly ever cries in the morning. I walked in his room and my suspicions were confirmed. He was covered in snot and blood. Apparently his nose started bleeding sometime in the night. He had a low grade fever and a rattle in his chest. I put him in the tub to clean him up and then gave him a breathing treatment.
I spent the morning snuggling him and doing all I could to make him feel better. Poor guy. Dan walked in just in time to do the next breathing treatment. So, I'll snuggle with my big boy for a few minutes while we decide what to do at home today.