Last night was one of the longer of my mothering career.
Jansen had an earache and the Advil and Motrin weren't even touching the pain. It's one of the worst feelings in the world to be helpless when your child is hurting. (I know, I know, I'm thinking the same thing. Did we really go to medical school only to feel powerless when our own child has an earache? :) ) Jansen and I simply endured the night...catching 30 minutes of sleep here and there. I would start to drift off and then he would cry out in pain. Looking at the clock, begging for the night to be over but praying 6:30 wouldn't come so soon when the girls would wake up. We moved from his bed to our bed to the recliner to the couch...played the Itouch, watched a movie, warmed up washcloths...just one long painful night. At some point in the morning his ear drum ruptured, which was a good thing.
Thankfully today was much better than I anticipated. Jansen slept from like 9-3 and Nate's patient delivered (a baby) during the day instead of this evening when she was scheduled for an induction. So he was home at dinner time! I'm crossing my fingers tonight goes better than last night did.