I don't need no stinkin' sleep! And she don't need no stinkin' bug!
The G man and I went to the pool today after work, and he swam and swam and swam. I thought surely that'd wipe him out and he'd fall asleep right away at bedtime. Nope. He could not get settled and so called me into his room to lay down with him for a bit. I did, and we had some good snuggle time. Then, after a few minutes I got up to go, and he started to cry. "Mommy, later on in the night can I come sleep in your bed?" I told him if he wakes up in the middle of the night and wants to, he can come sleep with me. Then I said good night. Within a minute, he was crying and calling out to me. I went in to check, and amidst his very sincere tears, he told me, "Mommy, I don't think I can do that. I can't wake up in the middle of the night. I'm afraid I won't. Can't you just come get me and carefully lift me up into your bed?" How can one say no to that? Well, I never answered yes or no. Now, he is sound asleep and I know both he and I will sleep better in our own beds. But I also know that if he is still in his bed come morning, he's gonna be some-mad at me. What to do...
We got an e-mail June 15 from our adoption agency, and the good news is that the documents have been translated and the power of attorney has been registered, which really officially starts the paperwork in Guatemala to bring home Izzie. This week the attorney will file with Family Court. We got another e-mail today, and our adoption agency let us know that poor Izzie has been sick. She went to the doctor, and luckily doesn't have strep! It is a viral infection. She apparently is on the mend. Poor thing. Griffin and I said a little prayer asking God to take care of Izzie. It is soooo hard on infants when they have stuffed-up noses and ears. I remember when Griffin was about six months old and got his first really bad cold. He was so miserable, and the only way he could get any sleep was to prop him up slightly. I put some hard pillows under his crib mattress, to give it a bit of a recline. That seemed to help, but not much. I also used a humidifier, took him into the closed bathroom, cranked the shower on HOT and held him while the warm mist filled the air. Oh, and there was the dreaded snot sucker. He would scream when I tried to unclog his nostrils. I surely didn't blame him. I'd never want anyone to stick some rubber bulbous thing up my nose to try and suction out crusty, thick, icky snot.
Well... here's to fighting sleep and fighting bugs. May Griffin get a good night's rest and may Mary Isabela get well.