Today started out great. Henry stayed in bed and relatively happy until 6 a.m. We had a lovely breakfast of waffles and cottage cheese and peaches. Somewhere along the way we got sidetracked and he got snottier and crabbier and I got snottier and crabbier and pretty soon we were both miserable. You know the kid feels like shit when he finds the saline and tries to shoot it up his nose on his own. It was adorable and pathetic all at the same time.
He wanted to go to bed at 5 tonight. He can't talk yet but I knew he was telling me he was ready when he reached through the slats of his crib, pulled out his blankie, and laid down on the floor with it. Again with the adorable and pathetic! He has only gotten up once since then and it was relatively easy to get him back to sleep. I'm hoping for a good night for both of us. My back is killing me where I got that stupid, useless epidural. It burns so badly I can hardly sit up. Picking him up out of his crib damn near killed me.
We were supposed to go visit his cousins tomorrow but I am pretty sure we'll remain quarantined at home. Hopefully I can come up with some fun stuff to do so we don't get too bored. I'm really hoping for a miracle and I'll wake up to a happy healthy kid and find that I too am happy and healthy.
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