The plan was for me to take the baby and go to bed early last night, as I've been averaging less than 6.5 hours a night and am feeling it keenly. That was the plan, anyway, but in the evening Gemma began to feel warm, and by bedtime she had a 101.2 temperature. And she didn't want to sleep. At 10:30, with her still up, I made up the sofa bed in the living room and she and I moved out there. More room in that bed for us, and she was "talking" loudly enough that she'd have awakened everyone else in the house. She finally dozed off. At 12:30 I changed a dirty diaper, and at 3:00 when she woke me, I took her temperature again. 102.8. She didn't get back to sleep until 4:45. At that point I couldn't get back to sleep.
I hate having sick children, especially babies. I just want the world to stop turning so that I can do nothing but hold and nurse and watch the baby all day.
Okay, so the butter, the baking and the gift wrapping will not get done today. On today's revised schedule: lots of read-alouds, Christmas coloring sheets and maybe watching The Polar Express.