We--that is, Sebastian, Una, Gemma and I--are suffering from the most horrendous head cold. The major symptom seems to be the most severely plugged up nose I have ever experienced. Really, my ears pop and I feel a vacuum in my nasal passages whenever I swallow, and it is at its worst at night. Gemma cannot nurse without a lot of gasping and hollering, and she has been understandably cranky and lethargic. I wore her most of the morning yesterday, which seemed to keep her contented.
(Is this a pathetic baby, or what?)
Because we have been feeling so rotten and I have had even less sleep than usual (Haha--I didn't think that possible!), I have not spent much time on the computer. I have an update on Madeline, however. She is hovering around the 2 lb. mark, so the doctor wants to supplement with a little formula in order to give her more calories. Cindy was sick as well. Not my cold--thank goodness--but a stomach bug of some sort. So she has had to wait to get over that and be 24 hours in the clear before going into the NIC unit again. She thanks everyone for all their continued prayers. They are what is getting her through this difficult time.
We are waiting for another baby around here. Our Naomi is due to calf this month, and we are watching for any signs that the little one's arrival may be imminent. Hoping for another heifer...
Needless to say, our schedule has sort of fallen apart this week. Yesterday the only thing we did that was school-related was reading Famous Men of Greece and D'Aulaire's Book of Greek Myths. The rest of the day was spent playing on the computer, watching videos and passing the Kleenex around.
And now the snow is gone, and it is raining. It is supposed to rain all day long. For some reason, I feel like I am adrift on a sailing ship with the crew sick and no land in sight. Yes, I am a very visual person, and feelings always seem to erupt into cinematic imagery...
I have a special little boy who is five today. I will have to sneak into my workroom later to wrap the few things I have for him, and decorate his cake. He has changed his mind about what he wants on his cake about 4 times in the last 24 hours. It will be hard to make this day special for him when it is so miserable in so many ways. I wanted to make him something special for breakfast, so I asked what he would like. "Honey Nut Cheerios" is what he wants, knowing I have a box stashed in the pantry (I don't usually buy them). Today will be all about making this a memorable day for him...in spite of everything.
This is due to come in today. I am really ready for some escapist cinema...
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And have a good weekend. Do it for me, okay?