We didn’t make it to New York. Remember that whole Robert Pattinson post? Well, that little teensy tiny virus that was thrown up all over my house made it to my husband a few days later, but it was almost a week since he had it. I figured I was in the clear.
I thought wrong.
I was all packed and ready. I went to lock the doors around the house since yet again, I was the last one awake.I remember as I clicked the back door latch something in my stomach suddenly didn’t feel right. Not horrible, just not right…
I went to sleep and woke up 2 hours later and spent the rest of the night in the bathroom. The next day was a total wash. I felt awful. Chills, nausea, the works.
There have been times when I’m lying down in the bedroom attempting to take a nap while I can hear my husband asking my toddler things like: “Where do we keep the wipes?” or “Where are your shoes?” On most occasions, I have a hard time resisting shouting out: “One shoe is on the hearth and the other is under the table!”
This time, I was flattened. I simply couldn’t even lift my head off the pillow, nor find my vocal chords to activate them. Things would have to be what they would be. I had to surrender completely.
I’m thankful for pumped milk, and solid food. I’m thankful for tylenol and ginger ale. But mostly, I’m thankful that everyone survived without too much upheaval.
Only one or two times Shnook came to the door and said “Mommy, when are you going to be better?”
I could almost smile and cry at the same time under the depths of my sick bed.
Have you ever been down for the count with your baby (and other kids)? How did you handle it?
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