I don’t think I’ve been under such a large sleep debt ever.  Not even when Rebecca was first born.  Rebecca is sick.  She has a bad cold.  She is very unhappy.  Round-the-clock doses of Tylenol and PediaCare don’t seem to be helping her a heck of a lot.  She has been ill since Sunday evening.  Since that time, she has been sleeping in 1/2 - 1 1/2 hr naps.  All day and night.  She is very tired.  She does not sleep.  We keep taking her for car rides, to both get her to sleep, with the least amount of suffering, and keep her asleep.  I am now at the point that I feel nauseous.  I need sleep.  I will not get sleep.  I pity myself.  I weave when I stand.  Ben gets to sleep in on Saturday morning.  I have reserved all of Saturday afternoon for a super-nap.  I will probably not take said super-nap.  Becca will be crying.  Hence, incredible feelings of guilt for napping when my baby is unhappy.  Her Baby Einstein (baby crack) movies aren’t even working.  Nothing is working.  We probably aren’t even lucky enough to have a tooth come out of this as well, so that at least there is something to see for our travails.