I woke up at 3 am because Twin A was suffering from tummy ache that bothered her the entire night. The most I can give her was paracetamol. Her doctors didn’t give me home instructions for her pain; her last pain relievers were Tramadol and mefanemic acid and were given to her for 24 hrs after her biopsy.

At 5 am she was up again and wanted to vomit because her tummy was unbearably painful. She mentioned something about sharp pain that comes and goes. Sounded like hyperacidity so I gave her Omeprazole, which is part of her cocktail of daily meds to take. I let her sleep upright, propped up by several pillows. Only then her tummy calmed down and she slept soundly after it.

I cooked cheese omelette with pan de sal for Twin I while her sister slept. Good that she is responsible enough that I didn’t have to worry about her that much after serving her breakfast. Lest I be accused of not giving importance to my firstborn, I asked Twin I if I could go back to sleep because my head was already pounding for the lack of sleep instead of seeing her off to school.

I slept for almost 2 hours, which wasn’t enough, then subjected myself to torture—editing all day until 8 pm today. I was the only editor on duty today. 😩

But this is nothing compared to what I experienced the last three weeks. I would rather take this any day than be back to that horrible three weeks.

Sleeppppp…