Sickies.

Both boys are sick. Again. It flabbergasts me at how uneasy and overwelmed I feel when my boys are under the weather. I feel so sad that they can't communicate what is wrong and where they don't feel well. Today it was pretty obvious with high temps, runny noses and deep coughs and the only thing that would comfort them were some good cuddles. One of the challenges with twins is that if they are both sick it's pretty hard to tend to both of them at the same time. This afternoon Waylon puked all over me while Wyatt was screaming for attention at the other side of the room. My attention went to the puker and I just had to listen to the other scream. The only thing I can do in those moments (after I call the doctor) is take a deep sigh and put one foot in front of the other or else I will lose my patience and my mind! Thankfully they both went to sleep really easily and I'm hoping they sleep through the night. If not, I"m prepared with a counter full of fever reducers and Benedryl. Deep sigh...