It's 7:30 am and the house is quiet. Everyone is sleeping, even Michael.
I slept with Ella last night. Well, TRIED to sleep with her.
Michael has been sick since Sunday afternoon. The kind of sick that brings a fever, chills, excruciating headache and a dry, forceful cough. The kind of sick that has been keeping him home from work for two days in a row (something that NEVER happens for Michael). The kind of sick that Ella CAN'T get.
So Michael has been quarantined to our room since Sunday to try to prevent the spread of this virus.
Despite being tired, it was really hard to sleep next to Ella. Don't get me wrong, she is the sweetest little thing to watch when she sleeps :) But I found myself paying WAY too much attention to her breathing. If every breath wasn't perfectly even, I started watching her chest movements and looked at her pulse-ox machine to check her O2 saturation level.
Last night Ella was up a lot. Maybe it was because she wasn't used to me sleeping with her (or anyone other than Sasa, our dog, for that matter). Maybe it was because she was struggling with her BiPAP for some reason (she kept breathing out of her mouth, against the machine).
But whatever the reason, she's sleeping soundly now. Like the little princess that she is.
