Sick for the holidays

We're ho-ome!  Not that you probably knew we were gone.  Safer that way.  Erik had a long string of residency interviews set up all over the country, and I wasn't really thrilled about being home alone for 2 weeks taking care of a crazy 2-year old while being 8 months pregnant.  Call me chicken, but I packed up and moved to Arizona with my family to survive the interview period.  Good thing, too, because Morgan picked up some kind of a virus (maybe RSV?) while we were there, and between a high fever and congestion we didn't sleep for about 5 days.  Not something I would have wanted to experience on my own, especially since she's been amazingly healthy her whole little life and I've never dealt with something like that before.

Some sickness highlights:
-She started getting sick the morning of my parent's church Christmas social, at which my mom, sister and I were to sing.  She snuggled with me the entire time, except when I got up to sing and then my dad got to carry her away screaming bloody murder.  After it was over, I retrieved her, still sobbing, with all kinds of fluids running down her face.  My poor dad may never volunteer for duty again.
-She started refusing food, and we got a little desperate to keep her nourished.  She pretty much survived that week on yogurt, frozen gogurts, popsicles, candy, crackers, fruit snacks, and raisins.  Now move past your horror about the nutrition of such things, and think about what such a diet would do to her diapers.  Yeah.  Good times.
-She loved her children's Tylenol, but when I switched to ibuprofen for better results she refused to drink it.  I started bribing her with Starbursts to get 'er done, and by the end of her illness she was eagerly chugging it down and I had run out of the yellow and pink flavors.
-Night time was the worst, because she'd wake up every hour or so, crying or wanting water or just wanting to come into bed with me.  She'd usually worm her way in by 6 in the morning, at which point she'd promptly fall asleep as long as she was in contact with me.  I was not so lucky - it seems like there is just not room for a mommy, toddler, and bulging belly in a twin size bed.  My favorite is when she would yell "Mommy mommy mommy" or a clear "I need water," jerking me awake, and in the 5 seconds it took for me to reach her she was snoring away again.
-I was haggard and grim by the time Erik flew back in to Phoenix, and I must admit to a little bit of glee, thinking of letting him take a few nights while I got some rest.  Instead, Morgan quickly recovered and started sleeping through the night again.  I'm still not happy about that injustice.  Erik claims it is his healing presence - after all, he is almost a doctor.

If there was a positive side to all the sickness and sleep deprivation, it's that she slept an amazing 7 of the 12 hours it took us to drive back to SLC.  I only wish I could say the same.