This week has knocked me down a few times and I feel myself starting to break. My heart is breaking, my head is swimming and my body is sluggish. Kent had a couple days off this week and it still felt like we were just treading water trying to keep up with day-to-day tasks. Cannon being sick makes it hard to get things done because we are constantly trying to keep him comfortable. The nights seem to hit the hardest. The congestion in his nose and the phlegm in the back of his throat make it nearly impossible for him to breathe. He is used to being soothed to sleep with his pacifier, but with his nose being so plugged up, it is hard for him to suck and breathe at the same time. Once he finally falls asleep from mere exhaustion, he can rest for about 15 minutes until he snorts in his sleeps and startles himself awake. He is still extremely worn out and miserable so we start the whole cycle again of trying to soothe him enough to get him to sleep again. I am getting weary, I am more than weary, I feel defeated. I admit that I hit my low point so far at 1:00 am the other night. Around midnight, I finally decided to get in the tub with Cannon to soothe him because nothing else could calm him. The tub did the trick and we stayed in there until I started dozing off and I decided it was safer for us to get out. Once we got out, Cannon was crying again. I couldn't do it anymore! I didn't know how to help my little baby and I lost it emotionally. I handed him to Kent and went out into the living room where I cried myself to sleep on the couch. Around 2:30, Kent came and got me because Cannon needed me again. The next day I was telling my mom what had happened and she immediately said. We are coming up, we will be there Sunday! Music to my ears! Not a moment too soon because today was another rough day for Cannon and I stayed home from church to be with him. My clean laundry is in a gigantic pile in my room, waiting to be folded and put away.

My kitchen floor could feed a small family for a few days with all the crumbs. My laundry room looks like a dump site for shoes, bags, toys for Good will, and much more. Knowing that my parents were on their way, I was reassured of their love with the fact that I knew they would not care that my house looks the way it does, but that is what they are here to help me with. When my parents arrived this afternoon I could NOT be more relieved. My mom held Cannon all afternoon. In the evening, my mom and dad stayed home with Cannon so Kent and I could take Ethan and Ella, along with the new puppy, to the park. It was nice to get out and spend quality time with them. The kids loved playing with their new puppy.



She would just sit by Kent and watch the kids play and hope they would hurry back to play with her.

This dog really is the happiest little pup, she even smiles for the camera!


My parents always bring gifts with them, so after the kids had tubby time, they opened their presents and played Barbies and Legos for awhile.



Ethan and Ella went to bed and the night begins for Cannon. After his soothing bath, we rubbed him with oils with herbs to help him clear his congestion. We moved his little bed into my mom and dad's room, plugged in the humidifier, plugged in the "Gentle Vapors", gave him some Tylenol to help with any discomfort or pain, we fed him, swaddled him and then began rocking him in the chair. After much struggling and crying, my mom finally got him to sleep. She didn't dare move him so I tried to make her as comfortable as possible in the rocking chair. Bless her heart.


While I've been typing this post, he has since woken up and is the middle of a crying fit with my mom trying her best to soothe him. That being said, I will now go try to offer some sort of relief, or get sent to bed since that is why my parents are here- to take the night shift. I am so thankful they are willing to sacrifice their time, and sleep, to help me when I need them so much. I love my mom and dad. Good night- I can tell it's going to be another long one...