A Short Night

Last night, we went to bed at 11pm, but 1am, we were called by Hee: he wanted to go to the bathroom. Fine, but 2am, he called again. This time, he threw up. We didn't know why because he didn't cough. After we washed the sheets, pillowcase, blanket and his clothing, we went to bed. 3am, he threw up again, and we washed the sheets, pillowcase and his clothing again. 4am, he wanted to go to bathroom again, so we were called again. His temperature was 104, but our medicine was just expired; therefore, I gave him some electrolyte solution to avoid dehydration. When I woke up again, it was 7:45am, and I had to get up. I felt that the night was too short to sleep.

8am, Target was open, so Stephen went right away to get the medicine, and I started preparing for the breakfast and lunch boxes, but Ha started having the bleeding noses. I helped him to stop the bleeding while checking on my oven to see if pancakes and waffles were ready. I guessed that he's going to have the cold soon, too.

Now, Ha and Stephen were out to school and work; Hee took his medication and is still sleeping; I am here to write this down, so when they grow up, this is the evidence to show them how wonderful their parents are.