Day 15

Daddy is at work, both kids are in my bed watching Phineas and Ferb, it's 11:33 pm, and I'm beat.  I haven't slept for days, and am sick myself, but my little man is so sick, he is just on the line of being admitted into the hospital, so here we are, watching tv, in between the frequent bursts of screaming, crying, and coughing so hard he either passes out (literally), or pukes everywhere.  I'm trying to not have a full blown emotional breakdown, and listen for proper breathing from both my crazy bad asthmatic 3 year old, and my very very croupy, bronchitis sick 18 month old.  If the three of us survive this night, it will only be because of the Grace of God.