Recovering

We have all taken turns being sick over the last couple of weeks. This is why I have been absent from the blog. I have been exhausted, feel like I have been ran through the wringer. Joey and Daddy were sick last week, Nick and I are sick this week. Last night was the first time I got any sleep in the last three days.

On Monday night, Nick was throwing up between 11pm and 6am. After the first two times, he was only dry heaving, which hurts so bad. He would be crying, saying "I'm done" even while his body was still all clenched up. He didn't want to do any more. I felt so bad. My mom was the best when I was sick; she always knew how to make me feel better, and took such great care of me. She made it look so easy. I feel like I am bumbling around and not doing any good for my kids.

I was so tempted to call mom at 2:30am as I was sitting up blowing my nose for the millionth time. I wanted her to be here, so I figured that if she couldn't be here physically, she could at least be there over the phone. If I had to be up and miserable, somebody else should be up and miserable with me! But, alas, I had more common sense than that; besides, my husband was mumbling in his sleep that I should NOT call my mom in the middle of the night.

But we are now all on the mend. As long as I keep the Advil and Sudafed shoved down my throat, I can manage a semi-alive posture. The more sleep I get, the better I feel. The boys and I just got up from a two hour nap, so I am feeling pretty good right now. I have another hour before I can take more drugs. Ethan is playing nicely on the bed, waiting patiently for his mom to feed him. I think I will let him have bananas again; he loves bananas.

Hope everyone else is well and healthy. Have a great week.