We knew we were in bad shape when I was nursing David in the rocking chair, and within two minutes, I not only fell asleep sitting up, but I started dreaming. We had had six wake-up calls (including one puke) before 5:30.

We knew David was getting better when he screamed from 5:30 to 7:00 a.m. (that's one and a half hours of screaming nonstop in my arms) and refused to nurse, but when I finally got worried about his fluid intake (the dry diaper scared me), and squirted some pedialight into his mouth, he gobbled it up. And asked for more. The nursing refusal was just a ruse; he was flat out hungry.

We knew Rose was getting better when she woke up, saw me, and ran screaming from the room. She then screamed for fifteen minutes and refused to tell John what was wrong. As John pointed out, she didn't have the energy for this yesterday.