Ours is the Crampton House of Plague. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.<\/p>\n
Cian’s finally getting over his cold. He’s still a snot monster, but he’s back to sleeping through the night, and breathing through his nose while he drinks from his bottle.<\/p>\n
Aidan’s Dad’s family all got sick with a nasty flu. We figured we were safe, because he didn’t show any symptoms, and it’d been more than 48 hours. Ha. Yeah, we were wrong. Aidan was lucky, he only got the runs.<\/p>\n
Yesterday, I woke up after a night of issues similar to Aidan’s, and was full-body exhausted. I was lucky enough for Wren to be here, so she and Nikki took care of the kids while I had a nap.<\/p>\n
Later, Hunter came home from school after vacating his stomach’s contents onto the floor. What followed was about 8 hours of extreme unpleasantness for him involving both ends. He finally fell asleep so that his body could start repairing itself. This morning, he’s been able to keep down ginger ale, water, and an english muffin. We’re all hoping that he’s through the worst of it.<\/p>\n
Shortly after Hunter went to bed last night, Nikki started feeling really ill. A couple of hours later, and she was going through the same thing that Hunter did. It’s lasted about eight to ten hours for her, too, and she’s finally sleeping. I’m knocking on wood that she’ll be able to get some rest in.<\/p>\n
I’d say that we’re under self-quarantine at this point, except that we may have sent Wren out as a plague carrier into the rest of the world.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Ours is the Crampton House of Plague. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here. Cian’s finally getting over his cold. He’s still a snot monster, but he’s back to sleeping through the night, and breathing through his nose while he … Continue reading