I am done with this day

Have you ever had one of those days that you are just DONE? I mean, you are so over it that all you can do is just stop any plans you had and just go to bed?

That’s me today. My MIL has been visiting and my daughter (3) is sick with something. Since Monday I’ve been getting up during the night with her. My husband would sometimes get her if she woke up close to when he was already waking up for work. We went to the ER with her on Thursday because she had a high grade fever we couldn’t get under control for 24 hours. She also wouldn’t eat and she had about an ounce of water. After tests were done it turns out she was really nauseous so they gave her Zofran and it helped. Her temp came down and she was eating/drinking within 20 minutes. They think she has a stomach bug on top of it too.

I forgot to mention I’m 13 weeks pregnant too. So the lack of sleep has been so hard on me. All day and night she wants me. Which I get because who do you want when you’re sick? Understandable. Yesterday my husband was trying to let me sleep in. So he took the monitor and slept in another room. He turned on a large fan in ours so if she cried I wouldn’t hear her when he got her. The monitor died he says and she was crying. So my MIL got her. I woke up to her banging on my bedroom door as if there was a fire. She wanted to hand her off to me. So I took her even though I wasn’t fully awake or barely slept. She told me my husband shouldn’t have put the fan on or taken the monitor so I could hear her. Uh huh. He’s a parent too.

Today has been a fight all day with my daughter. Every time no matter what I’ve been the one handling it. Which is what a mommy does of course. Every time she’s needed medicine that the ER doctor gave to help with the stomach bug, she’s fought me and kicked at me. Tonight my husband was in the bathroom for an hour and I needed to get her to bed so I could have a break since she didn’t want to nap. So while giving her the meds she kicked me in the side. Nowhere near the baby thankfully. The MIL was laughing at me while I was wrestling her. She said it looked so funny.

Then my husband came out and asked what was going on. Told my daughter “we don’t kick mommy” and went back in the bathroom. Said his stomach was upset from some allergy sprays he’s taking. Okay.

I put her in PJs and get her ready for bed. I sat with her for 10 minutes and put her down. Relieved I wanted to treat myself and have some ice cream. Not even 5 minutes after putting her to bed, she was crying. My husband surprisingly went in. Only to bring her straight out to me. Into the freezer my bowl went. I go in and sit with her till she calmed down. Took about 20/25 minutes. Put her down. Close the door. Walk out into our living room. She starts crying/yelling again. My MIL starts laughing at the look on my face. In I got again another 20/25 minutes to calm her. I do this one more time. The last time I’m in there for over 30 minutes. I come out to the living room. My husband and MIL ask me if I’m gonna have my ice cream and I’m like no, I’m just going to bed. I’m too tired. My stomach is in knots her being anxious and I’ve been holding going to the bathroom. My MIL laughs and says okay she understands.

I pathetically put my ice cream test in a container, in the freezer and head to bed. There’s way more to the day then what I’ve put here but I’m just too tired to remember it all. I need to sleep because they’re going to church in the morning, that’s an hours away and will be gone for a good 5 hours without use tomorrow. So I need to rest if baby girl gets up during the night. It was a rough day and I’m praying tomorrow is a better one.