The past few days can only be described as motherhood combat. I have seriously gone over a few of the more challenging times of my adult life to include basic training, the police academy, and even childbirth. And I have to say, this weekend is right up there as far as challenges go. Unlike the others though - there has been no sense of reward to follow. Only relief and expectation of recovery.
For those of you who haven't heard our sob story, our family has been hit hard by a stomach flu. We have figured out that ours originated from Blake's daycare where he attends with a local teacher's toddler. Justin had a few choice words for the little lad that I won't share (giggle giggle)...
Anyway, Blake was sick Thursday night and Friday. By Saturday, he seemed to making a full recovery and even accompanied us to Luke's opening T-Ball game (I'll share some pics and positive news about that later). Saturday afternoon everything came on full force for me and Luke. By 11pm, I was pretty dehydrated and in a lot of pain. Becky P. was our hero that night, showing up to take me to the ER while Justin took care of Luke.
Luke tried school yesterday but is exhausted and stayed home today. Justin now has a touch of it and has been resting on the couch (our designated "sick" area) all day.
This has just been awful and to save you the details (and make you laugh) Justin called my whole episode "shock and awe".
And, by the way, Easter baskets make great yuck buckets! LOL!