Both children have succumbed to a little virus in the past week, and the knock-on effect for me has been increasing tiredness and now, finally, the first signs of a cough rearing its ugly, phlegmy head. Just as Spring is attempting to stamp down the last of Winter and allow us all to move on, it feels like we’ve fallen at the last hurdle.
As we speak I am desperately squirting Vicks First Defence up my nose and swigging down a pint of effervescent Vitamin C with Zinc, but I fear it is all for nought as the sleep deprivation is determined to drag my immune system down with it.
JJ was always a bit of a night-time cougher which was annoying for me but he generally sleep-coughed so there was no actual role for me to play other than Model for EarFit earplugs (which I still ram in last thing each night). EJ on the other hand, (who has never really suffered with a cough and cold of this nature before), is bursting into inconsolable tears with every little hack and tickle. As you can imagine, the frequency is enough to induce hallucinatory recollections of life with a newborn – those zombie-eyed small hours of hushing and shushing.
So yes, I’ve been feeling a little lacklustre and I can only hope that by next week this dull, spaced out feeling will be replaced by resplendent radiance and verve! (What are the odds?…)
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