Then the fun started.
It was 1:45 (we had just gone to bed only two hours prior) and Ben starts crying. I am there by myself with Connor in the same room hoping he does not wake up too. After trying to hold Ben and rock him to sleep in my arms unsuccessfully for over 30 minutes, Susan came to my rescue. I have no idea why Ben is crying so much but then he throws up, and throws up, and throws up. He does this about every hour until 8:45 in the morning. And no, he does not get tired, he does not want to sleep, he does not even act like he is sick until the next episode hit him. So here we are, the entire house up the entire night- minus Connor, he decided to sit this one out...until 5:30 in the morning! Of course of all times, he decides to pull his first "nine hour" this night. I guess it was a good thing but man it would have been nice to sleep that 5 hour stretch.
Here we are watching "Cars":
Notice the time on the DVD player:
Saturday we were all spent except for Ben (it is amazing) and can barely function. Ben did finally take a 4 hour nap and the rest of us got to relax a little. Needless to say, we did not go anywhere Saturday.
Sunday, I woke up not feeling too hot, and it all slowly started with me also. But worse, oh much worse. We were supposed to hang out in Williamsburg but ended up going back to the Freakley's until I came around. Then we drove home at eight in the evening when the boys were ready to sleep.
Today all was good with us, except Ben Sr now has it (sooo sorry!). I just hope no one else gets it, especially Connor.