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Momma's Sick Day

I knew this day would come eventually, but never like this.  Never to this magnitude.  I figured a sinus infection or a runny nose would eventually set in, making taking care of my daughter difficult.

Today, it hit.  Unexpected and swift.  The stomach flu.  I'm not talking the soft stomach flu where you get sick once and call in sick for the day.  I am talking, sitting on the porcelain thrown while tossing cookies in the trash can (ya picture that one, real sexy hu?...at least I had make-up on.).  I don't think I have ever gotten so sick in this way.  And a reminder that I need to stop and chew my food better.    

This morning, Ian was on his A game taking care of our girl.  But then he left.  And it went downhill again from there.  I was okay just laying around, but as soon as I stood up--it was like walking around while hammered.  I literally felt drunk.  While trying to prepare a bottle, I ended up running to the bathroom to throw up--twice.  Eventually got the bottle ready and laid her down on the floor to feed herself.  I couldn't even sit up long enough to feed her.

So I made the call.  To my momma.  And called in sick for the day.  I am not sure how I would have survived today without her.  She came and picked Haley up...and is keeping her overnight.  She has never been away for more than just a few hours, so my heartaches.  I know it is the best for her.  Be away from the germs.  But I miss her.  Every time I wake up, I think I hear her--then I realize, she's gone,.  She had her first car ride with neither Ian or I in the car.  I was a mess.  But I know she is in great hands.

I am starting to feel better--tummy wise.   But now I am running a fever that makes my entire body ache.  I go from sweating to chills.  I took some medication (which I HATE doing btw), just waiting for my fever to come back down.  I am dizzy and very dehydrated as I have only been able to drink a half a bottle of water that I consequently threw up.  And forget about eating.  A pizza commercial sent me off to throw up more.

Ugh.  All I want is for Ian to come home with a big ol' sports drink and to hold me and make me feel better. He tends to have a magic touch in making me feel better when the sky is falling.  Then I want to get better and have my baby home with me!

Luckily, I am slowly feeling better as you can see (I couldn't even think about blogging just a few hours ago).    But a huge thanks to my parents. I couldn't have survived the day without my mommy taking care of my baby.

Well, on the positive side, I think this is a decent jump start to loosing some extra pounds.  (I'm kidding)

Stay well and wash your hands.

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