Freeman Infirmary - Day III

When I was about 12 weeks pregnant with severe extreme nausea, had barley any energy and was completely miserable, Mike used to tell me, "You know, I think you'd feel much better if you just had a better attitude". I would then go into a rant about how he just doesn't understand what it's like to be pregnant. I mean, how dare he?!? Well, these past few days I think he's had a chance to re-think that comment as our family has been through the WORST bout of sickness one has ever seen. Let me break it down for you - 

• Sunday: see post below
• Monday: both girls seemed to feel better, a little tired and still some sniffles, but Mike started to feel bad. About 2:00 a.m. he was successfully praying to the porcelain Gods
• Tuesday: Snow Day #1 - Mike seemed to recover, somewhat (no more throwing up) but about 9:00 a.m. I started praying to the same Gods and continued to do so until about midnight last night. All the while, Mike took care of the kids.
• Wednesday: Snow Day #2 - Emilia woke up after 14 hours of sleeping with a clean and dry diaper, totally dehydrated. We got her to eat and drink something, only to welcome some all-day, diaper leaking diarrhea. Mike also thought he felt well enough to go outside and try to shovel  the 2.5'' of ice we had on the driveway, just in case their was an emergency. Needless to say, he successfully pulled something in his back and is walking around like an 80-year old man.
• Thursday: Snow Day #3 - TBA

I know I've probably totally grossed everyone out and you're asking yourself, why would she blog about this? But it's real life people! If you haven't you will experience this at some point and pray over and over that it never happends again.

So tonight, as we are all sitting here miserable, tired and run-down, I said to Mike, "You know, I think you'd feel much better if you just had a better attitude" With which he responded, "You just don't know what it's like." Hmmm... Sound familiar?