Wednesday, 8 April 2009

The worst kind of night

OK, so I went to bed too late as I was blogging away - my fault, I'll confess.

But my bed mate had felt pretty rough all evening and was tossing and turning all night, until he reared out of bed at 2.30 a.m. and vomited all over the bedroom floor - three times. Migraine, terrible, terrible migraine. Fortunately, he hasn't had one for ages and ages. Poor guy misses his first chance to work for the national desk today.

After cleaning that up and tending to his now-sofa-based woes as best I could, I went back to bed but couldn't sleep. Sebastian kept coughing. Seb's coughs are a warning to both his parents - first sign of allergic reaction (had ruled that out), first sign of asthma attack (possible but had checked several times and nothing), just plain old deep cough that didn't seem to disturb his sleep (just mine).

I managed to doze off eventually, only to be awoken at 5.30. Sebastian is calling out because his nighty-nighty has exploded and his bed is wet with strange gel bits on the sheet. I change his pjs and put him back to bed recto-verso.

Surprisingly, I feel fine right now. The kids are merry. Their dad - poor soul - is still huddled on the couch.

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