Sick baby

Sigh.
The little one is sick.
"Just a virus" according to the doctor.
Really, I'm not surprised.
It has been a miserable few months of winter and I kinda had it coming after a having a healthy baby for 8 whole months.
Fever, vomiting, disgusting poop and that kid is.not.sleeping.
Not unless one of us is holding him in our arms.
Last night I was up all night with him in our bed and his daddy outside on the couch.
He was whining all night.
Crying, fussing, squirming.
Alternately.
What little sleep he got, he got in my arms, on my lap, while I just made do with dozing in fitful bursts in whatever position I found myself in.
Feeding him baby paracetemol to bring his temperature down is just not possible.
He just gags and throws everything back out.
Gah.
And the doctor refuses to give us suppositories instead.
I mean, come on!
At least he can't throw the suppository back out and it'll work to bring his temp down and make him feel better right?
Sigh.
The whole studying gig?
Not working out at the moment.
Not with a sick baby attached to me 24/7.
As I told the hubs, I really NEED an iPad now.
Like seriously.
What else can I use to do my readings online, in the dark, while nursing the little one?
The iPhone is just not working out well enough.
The screen's just too small.
My eyes are hurting.
My head's exploding.

I need an iPad.
Pronto.
Sobs.

And I need my baby to get better.
Double pronto.
Sobs sobs.