The fever started on Friday.
On Saturday she slept. Waking occasionally to eat or watch a video, she spent the day napping in our bed.
Sunday morning she woke for the day at 1:30am. The next few hours were spent comforting her as she threw up. Three times. Sunday was a long day.
She woke up again this morning at 1:30am and wouldn't go back to sleep. I tried to be thankful that she wasn't throwing up. I tried to get her back to sleep.
I was exhausted but comforted myself with the fact that the husband was sleeping and I could pass her off to him at 5am. At 5am I learnt that he had been up for an hour and a half with the boy. He was as tired as I was.
I had a hysterical sleep-deprivation-induced breakdown in the living room. The husband sent me back to bed. I slept for three hours. When I woke up the husband went back to bed.
I am struggling to find my balance. My patience.
This my friends, is parenting.