Both girls are sick, coughing, runny noses, and little baby had a fever all night. I put a humidifier in Freya’s room in the hopes it might help her chest. She complicated things last night by goofing around on her bed and slamming the back of her head into the nightstand. Audrey was restless all night, coughing and snorting through snot as she nursed. Brian did something to his back that is so bad he can’t really lift Audrey and needed me to apply a medicated pad to the muscle, and he had to skip day two of the training he had really been looking forward to.

I know I will probably be sick soon. Need to frontload the garlic and vitamins. I hope Freya is well by the end of the week — she is going to a special Yo Gabba Gabba live show in Seattle with Brian. The worst part should pass by tomorrow I hope. Meanwhile there’s my little baby, I hate to hear her cough and all I can give her is breastmilk and hope it’s enough.

Not sure how to spin this positively but I need to try. We have had so much sickness this winter in our house, how much more can we take? It leaves me once again isolated and alone, up most of the night with insomnia, listening for my daughter’s voice down the hall, and listening to my thoughts crash around in my head.

And now I feel like a jerk for “complaining.” Oh woe is me! But there has got to be a safe space where I can vent. This is it!

End on a good note, Eeyore! I gave both my daughters their bubble baths yesterday and it was so sweet. It is going to be awesome when Audrey is old enough to share the tub with her sister. Epic splashing, probably.