The recovery

is progressing.

Last night was a bit rough. No sooner would you get one baby settled than the other would rouse up. We literally saw part of every hour last night. Allan, who never wakes up during the night, was up at 1:30 and was inconsolable. Griff was already in bed with me. Allan, who runs hot on a regular night, was burning up. The nice thing about his G-tube is that you just squirt in the meds and go on. With Griff, though, you have to do it the old-fashioned way. It is hard to know how much medicine goes down and how much he spits out. In any event, I went from one side of the bed to the other until I finally decided the only way was to be in the middle of the boys with pillows on either side of them. As soon as one would cry, I would roll in that direction, settle a baby down, and roll back over. If Griff didn't think he was getting his due, though, he would crawl over my head and flop down between Allan and me. By 6 a.m., they both settled down and we all slept until about 8 or so. Griff was in pretty good spirits but wouldn't eat his breakfast (every meal since he has gotten sick he will sit in his chair, eat a few bites and tell me "all done"). Allan just couldn't get going, though. He sat in the floor in a heap for the longest time. Then he would crawl a few paces and, the next thing you knew, he would be laying on his face, sucking his thumb. By eleven, we had all had it. Dad wanted to hang pictures, but that required the drill and the hammer so we made a grocery list and a list of other errands and sent him out. Allan was the first one down and out, followed shortly by Griff and then by me. I got a solid two hours of napping in and the boys each got 3.5.

Dad got to hang some pictures but isn't satisfied with his efforts. I got to get out in the yard and clean out flower beds. Both of the boys are feeling cruddy, but have been little troupers. We got baths early and they are both asleep at the moment. Allan in his crib (hence me typing) and Griff on his dad, "watching" March Madness.

So far, Allan hasn't been as sick as we feared he might be. Maybe getting on the Tamiflu early helped. He has been back on the oxygen full-time and he isn't as peppy as he has been, but he hasn't wilted the way Griffith did.

We hope for a quiet night and a day of recuperation tomorrow. More pictures then.