Barely breathing

I can't be sick! I'm a Mommy!
There is no good time to be sick when you're a Mom. Especially a stay at home Mom. Especially a stay at home Mom who has a husband leaving the country for a week.
Boy threw up in the car the day before Husband left for overseas. The day Husband left for his trip, I started feeling the signs of a cold coming on. But since Boy was starting to feel better, I figured that it would be a short lived illness. Besides, my Mom was coming up the following day so she could watch Boy for a morning while I slept off a Tylenol Cold pill.
Don't I wish it was that easy?
Boy got a raging cold. He was coughing, runny nosed and was running down for him. M was pissed off that Boy was coughing at school even though he had been fine all morning. Boy had spent all night coughing his little lungs out and seemed to be doing fine. But alas, it wasn't so.
After six days of lack of sleep (I'd averaged about two hours of sleep each day), my body finally just broke down. I couldn't move on Thursday morning. My Mom took over Boy while I lay feverishly in bed. For the previous four days, I had been so congested, nothing I had taken had been able to break up the blockage in my head. In one day, I managed to go through three boxes of tissues. I was so listless that just moving from bed to bathroom was painful. So having to get up four or five times a night to comfort a miserable Boy was asking an awful lot.
Friday morning, after picking up Husband at the airport, we went home. Boy was over the moon at seeing his Father's return. After Husband had his shower, he took on Boy. I passed out, trying to get my nose to let me breathe. That night, my head started to clear a smidge. Enough that I was able to get a small chance at rest.
I still need more sleep. But Boy has been feeling needy so he requires Mommy at night still. Too hard to sleep with him when he decides he has to sleep in the middle of the bed and spread his legs out so I have to sleep at the end of his bed. But if I walk away, he cries pitifully until I come back. Husband finally took over so I could rest.
How do you be sick and be a Mom? You're not suppose to be sick, ever. But when you are, there is that shell shocked feeling and the shell shocked look on your family as they realise they have to figure this one out on their own.
Ears are popping. Thank God. Maybe I'll be able to get clear sinuses next.