Last night was one of those nights where you wish you weren't the parent. Kenley woke up at 1:30 AM with a headache that had her in hysterics. She couldn't calm down, she was restless, she was inconsolable and tired. In short, she was miserable. Which means anyone within earshot was miserable as well.
I didn't realize at first that she didn't feel well. I thought that she was just a little restless so at about 2 this morning I put Aristocats on and left her under a blanket on the couch. I was certain that she would fall asleep watching the movie and that she would just stay the night on the couch. Instead she strolled back into my bedroom some time after 3 and informed that the movie was over. She started to fuss again and complained that her head hurt. After giving her some medicine I tried to put her back in her bed which resulted in copious amounts of tears from my toddler.
We spent all night going back and forth between beds, chairs and couches in search of the perfect position that would allow her to calm down and relax. Kenley finally found the spot this morning at 7:30 as she curled into my lap at the table while I tried to coax Isaac into eating his breakfast.
She's finally feeling better. I threw her in the bathtub against her will. Poor thing protested throughout the entire bath but didn't have the energy to fight me. But after the bath she calmed down and agreed to take some more medicine. It's so hard when they don't feel well and you really don't know how to help them. What's worse is when it's in the middle of the night and you're struggling to be compassionate because you really just want to sleep.