UGH... sick kids!

I HATE having sick kids.  I would much rather be sick myself than have my babies not feel well.  I hate knowing that they are in pain or just plain not feeling well and I can't do anything about it other than sit and hold them and love them and try to keep it under control.  Connor could not breathe last night and he had a terrible time.. poor baby.. he loves his little thumb and he was trying to suck it to soothe himself but could not breathe through his nose.  He would suck two or three times and then have to open his mouth and breathe.  I felt so bad for him, at the same time as I was thinking how sweet and cute he is to figure out a way to still get his thumb time in.   We spent most of the night in the recliner rocker reclined back and with him wiggling every couple minutes trying to find the most comfortable position and failing as miserably as I was at that goal.  We then switched to the couch to see if it was better so that he could actually lay on me instead of trying to stay upright on my lap.  He did not seem to like that idea any better and squirmed his way down to the feet end of the couch and laid between my legs and the back of the couch, his arms flopped up over his head hanging off the arm of the couch.  Good thing he kept his legs still, one push and he would have toppled over the end.  We stayed that way until Jeff got up to go to work, then we moved into the bedroom.  He crawled up the pillows until he was almost on top of the headboard, and fell asleep.  The Tylenol must have kicked in at that point, I don't know why it hadn't worked the rest of the night, but he actually got some sleep finally.  I hope he gets over it quickly, I can't take too many nights like that and stay sane.