Sleeping kid, sick kid

Max went to bed last night, in his room, in his own crib, and slept until 3AM.

3AM I SAY! 

HALLELUJAH!

I nursed him and he went back down at 4AM, in his room, in his own crib, and slept until 6:30.

HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH!

This is progress.  Not only did he sleep in his own bed, which has never happened, but he only got up once!

Sadly, I still wasn't able to get any sleep last night because poor Alex woke up at midnight on fire with a fever of 100 according to the thermometer stuck in his armpit.  I put him in bed with us and then he threw up all over himself.  I made a middle of the night run to the store for some Children's Tylenol, he took it like a champ, asked for some juice to wash it down and slept fitfully in my arms the rest of the night.

In addition to not being able to sleep next to a thrashing bony heater, I was worried that surely Max must be laying there dead in his crib and that's why he's not screaming bloody murder to be rescued, so I made no less than 10 trips in there to put my hand on his chest to make sure he was breathing.  One of those trips was at 3AM and I wonder, had I left him alone, would he have slept right through?

This morning Alex is still warm, but says he feels better, and he hasn't horked since the one time last night.  Max is positively gleeful, all that sleep must have done him some good because he's been full of joy and happness since he woke up.

I'm still running on empty, I probably only got an hour or so of sleep last night (and the night before Max only let me have two hours of sleep all night), but the amazing thing about being a mom is somehow, when your kid needs you, like Alex does today because he's sick, I know I'll be able to be SuperMom despite the exahustion.  I'll crash the second he goes to bed tonight for sure, but my experience tells me that I'll be able to pull from my reserves to get through the day and be the Mommy he needs.