I guess yesterday was just the “eye of the storm” when it comes to being sick. Both boys had a pretty bad day and I am just feeling overwhelmed and exhausted. Trevor doesn’t seem to have a runny nose as bad now but he was rubbing his head or maybe his ears or maybe his teeth. I couldn’t tell what was bothering him. He cried pretty much all day unless I carried him everywhere I went, and he is just too heavy!

Brendan was miserable, he just was coughing and gagging and spitting up slime non stop so the loud suction machines were constantly running and his alarms were going off like crazy. That is enough to make anyone insane. He had a nurse here today or else I would have probably collapsed in a heap of frustration. It is enough that I worried about him all day. I wish I could make him feel better.

Brendan had physical therapy today but that was just a big fail. We had to reschedule. His PT worked with him a few minutes and said that Brendan really needs to work on his arm strength. He will have lots of push ups to do when he feels better.

Trevor is briefly entertained by watching the dogs eat breakfast.

We got a package with a bunch more new birthday toys today, but neither of the boys were interested in playing too much.

Trevor just wants me to pick him up so he tries to climb up my legs.

Brendan doesn’t want anything to do with a new toy or the camera

We did get a little halloween package from Aunt Letty today, and that caught Brendan’s interest for a moment. I am sure he will play with them more later!

Trevor thought about playing with the Halloween beanies

But he would rather get picked up

“Spill proof bowl, that is a good joke!” says Trevor. He emptied half of it on my lap and down the couch.

I have to start today by saying that I hope anyone in the path of the super-storm is prepared and stays safe.

We had a much better day today. The boys woke up in much better moods and seem to be a lot more comfortable and back to themselves. Both of them still have boogery noses and extra goobers and drool but the worst is hopefully behind us.

Brendan slept this morning in the bouncy chair. Keeping him upright helps with the drainage.

By lunch time, the smiles were back full force

Trevor hated how much I had to wipe his nose today, but he still found a way to be silly

I am overflowing with relief to see Brendan feeling so much better.

He was well enough to sit in his throne and write some new songs. And as I write this, Barry Manilow’s “I Write The Songs” is going through my head and won’t leave.

Trevor has to help compose

We put in some new baby gates today. It expands baby jail and makes things more safe and easy. I wish we would have thought to do this before company was here, it would have been so much better. One goes in the kitchen door. Monkey pants shows us right away what he thinks about new gates.

Now Trevor can see the dog bowls but they are not accessible. The dogs like to come and tease him too!

Trevor seems happier with this configuration, and I am too! It is safer for the nurses and all of us. Now we will just see how long it takes Trevor to figure out how to open the gates!

Today is one of those days that just dragged on and on, and I just kept wondering if I was going to be able to make it through. Worrying is exhausting and I did not sleep well worrying about Brendan and whether we were going to end up making a trip to the ER. His heart rate was so high even while sleeping and he was breathing hard and fast and just coughing and choking and gagging. Trevor seems to be coping with his congestion and so far the symptoms are limited. He just can’t shake his fever. I have a severe fever ache and chills and just overall weakness. I thought I was going to have to sew my eyes open.
We are very grateful tonight that our Thurs-Fri night nurse is willing to come and cover so that Bill and I can get some sleep.

By the end of this evening, both boys did show some improvement. Let’s hope it keeps moving in that direction.

Brendan did find the energy to scritch and bat at his birthday balloon, and eat his glow toe. He finally managed a smile for me tonight right before bed.

Trevor’s appetite was terrible all day and he had trouble drinking his bottles. He took a super long nap in the morning but then wouldn’t really nap in the afternoon. It took a lot to get him to bed tonight, he usually has a pacifier to fall asleep, but tonight he needed to breathe through his mouth.

His obsession with the dog bowls has been thwarted with a more secure baby jail setup, so he had to find something else to do. Now he wants to peel up the edge on the play mat and eat it.

He pitches an ultimate fit if you stop him or take it away. I wish I could just let him have it, but the foam isn’t go to stand up to his little teeth.

All I can say is that I hope Trevor sleeps through the night and that they both can fight this off without having to have antibiotics or worse.