Depression and Window Panes

I realized today after five days of being stuck in the house with the kids, all of us being sick, I have been counting a lot of window panes. I remember doing this when Hannah was a baby. I would count when I was nursing her, count when I was laying down with her to get her to sleep, count them when I was depressed. I believe I'm a bit depressed. I would like to feel better. I'd like to get out of the house. I'd like my children to feel better. It feels like I'm Sisyphus pushing the rock up the hill, only to see it roll down once more as I get to the top. It's so much harder to be sick when you have two children to care for who are also sick. Robert's been helping out a lot. He's getting some work done and he's pitching in when ever he can. I didn't realize how much energy it takes to take care of children all day long. The silver lining in all this is that Hannah seems to have turned a corner. Today was the first day in three days that she played! Next I hope she'll eat something. I took her to the doctor today to make sure her illness was turning into something worse. Doctor Dalquist looked her over and said it was viral but everything looked okay. No crackling lungs or ear infections. She gave us a cream for her cracked and bleeding face. Of course it was nothing but a fight to put the stuff on. And as soon as I put on the salve Hannah wiped it off. What's a mom to do? Doctor Dalquist, who is also a lactation consultant, asked about Noah and if I'm still nursing him. She assured me that he'll be over this much quicker since I'm giving him antibodies in my milk. I'm so glad to be nursing. Hannah got over everything on two or three days when I was nursing her. I've thought about pumping some milk and giving it to her like it was silk milk but haven't got the energy to do that yet.