This is what you'd find if you stopped by our house today. No, it's not E all oiled up and ready for a Mr. Universe competition. It's E all Vick's Vapo-rubbed up and trying to make it through the morning. After his nap yesterday he awoke with a raspy voice and then around 7:00PM he spiked a fever (101.4). It's been a little frightening for me because E has never gotten suddenly sick like this. We gave him Tylenol and T gave him a blessing and he slept through the night. This morning he woke up crying and feverish and I held him and rocked him and felt so helpless. The Tylenol has kept his fever down, he's drinking and eating normally, and somehow he keeps a good sense of humor. Example:We've been having some issues with E referring to T by T's first name instead of calling him "Daddy". I would correct him and T thought that my saying anything about it was probably inspiring E to keep saying it, so I quit saying anything. E continued to call T, "T", and one day I'd had it. I told him if it happened again he'd get his tongue flicked because it's disrespectful. He tested. I followed through. He's all but quit calling T, "T". But today in the tub he was playing and then said, "T-*-!-#-@-&!!!" really loud and long. I turned my mom-factor from standby to stun and gave him THE look. To which he replied, "E will tell you a story about T. T is not a Daddy. T is a monster. Rroooarr!!!" Nice cover, little man.
As for me and the girls, we're making it! My ward asked me to teach a cooking class on beans that was this past Wednesday morning. I did and it went really well, but in retrospect it was probably too much for me to have taken on. That night I was exhausted and started having contractions. I was more than a little scared and kept praying in my head. T took E to the park so the house would be quiet and I propped up my feet, drank lots of water, and started timing. I think I'd had about 5 in an hour, though I'd only officially timed 3 of those, and I was sweating it because my threshold is 6. (If I have 6 I'm supposed to call my perinatologist and go to the hospital.) Then they stopped and I haven't had any since then. It was a huge wake-up call for me. My pregnancy has been so healthy that I forget there are things I can't/shouldn't do. Needless to say, I've been taking it easier since then and have found myself markedly tired all the time. I don't know if the fatigue is resultant of pushing too much on Wednesday or coincidentally affected me around that time, but I'm grateful that Babette A and Babeette M are still squirming inside me. Here's to hoping and praying they stay growing inside me for quite some time to come!
