So, all my close friends know that I am really strict with bedtimes, naps, and sleeping routines with my kids. I am especially firm about NOT letting my kids sleep in bed with me. Ok, they occasionally take a nap in my bed with me or sleep in my bed in a hotel...but those are special times that are unusual. I have ALWAYS held my ground at home, at night, in my bed.
Well, last night Zeke got really sick and was running fever, complaining of back pain, and in general...not feeling well at all. He was actually quite hysterical at certain points of the evening..so much so that he had even convinced me that I might need to take him to the ER. Zeke has a flair for the dramatic so I don't tend to react a lot to extreme emotion with him...but he did seem to truly be in a lot of pain.
Lucky for us...Aunt Lisa came to our rescue. She & Uncle Bryan (thank you Bryan & Lisa) came over to make a house call at 11pm last night. After a little investigating we decided that the sharp back pain was gas (poor guy)...we gave him ibuprofen for the fever and a breathing treatment for the wheezing.
Zeke was so restless that night...that by 1:30am I decided to put him in bed with me. He just needed his mommy. After about 45 kicks to the ribs, I was quickly reminded as to why I don't share my bed with my children. Now mind you, I have a king-size mattress but, nontheless, Zeke always managed to move right up against my backside...practically knocking me to the floor. After getting up and lifting him over to the other side of the bed about 4 times...he still managed to find me. We semi-slept that night. But...at least he got to be with his mommy while he we sick. And I will admit that I loved getting the cuddle time with my baby-boy....even if it did require a little "rule-breaking." :)