Brooke was up all night coughing last night. You know what that means. Mommy & Daddy were up too. It started almost exactly at midnight - ironic, because today is my birthday. So from 12 - 4 AM we were in an out of her room, trying various treatments (both asthma and cold-related) to get it to stop. The coughing continued, and as 4 hit I started to worry that she would wake up her brother. So, we brought her into our room. I closed all the curtains and hoped I could get her to calm down and rest a little bit.
Nope.
She took the invitation into our room as a sign to start goofing around. I'll admit, I was a bit ticked. I was tired. I stayed up till 11, and her coughing got me up at 12, so by 4 am I had gotten ... less than one hour of sleep. I was mad I had another sleepless night. I was mad that her coughing has such an impact on all of our lives. I was mad that she continued to wiggle, jump, and squirm all over my bed. But then ...
"Happy Birthday to Mommy. Happy Birthday to Mommy. Happy Birthday dear Mommy, Happy Birthday to you!"
Yup, I got a 4AM Birthday serenade.
And it was awesome :)
