A Rough Night

Last night, John woke up several times.  These are some of the conversations we had during the night:

What's wrong, John?

(sobbing) Mater's broken.

What?

(pointing to the wall at his CARS wall decals piled on stacked on each other) Mater's broken!

 Mommy will fix him in the morning.

Fix him now, Mommy.

(peeling apart some of the decals) Okay, he's fixed now.  (I wipe away his tears as he's calming down.  Then suddenly...)

I want my mommy!

John, I'm right here.  What's the matter now?

I can't read!

You can't read?  John, you read better than most 4 year old kids.

(hysterical) But I can't read a whole book.

Do you want me to help you read tomorrow?

Okay.

A couple hours later, John woke up with a fever and coughing.  He moved to sleep on our floor and his breathing was very rough sounding as he tried to go back to sleep.

I can't stop my snoring, Mommy!

Then after some medicine, John decided he wanted his bed again.  As we walked into his room...

Say prayers with me.

We prayed that he would feel better and get a good night's rest so we could have a fun day.  As I'm leaving, I told him I'd check on him in a little bit.

(whimpering) Will you check on me 100 times?

Sure, John, I'll check on you 100 times.

But I want you to check on me 107 times!

Okay, okay, I will.  Now go to sleep.

He was quiet just long enough for me to write down his funny sayings that night and crawl into bed.  However, he soon woke up again.  I rocked and sang to him, laid on the couch with him, and finally moved into our bed where he slept well until morning and has been fine.  I, on the other hand, did not sleep well.


Fortunately, John has been fine since then, so I don't know what was up with the fever.  After supper though I was slightly concerned because he sat down on our step stool and said,

I feel nauseous.

You feel nauseous?  Do you know what that means?

No.

It means that your stomach feels sick.  Do you feel nauseous?

Well, no.  I just feel sad.