I spent all weekend wondering if I was sick. I mean, when your husband and daughter spend all weekend sick, you kind of feel like a clock is ticking over your head. Anytime I would feel a twinge in my stomach I would think, “This is it."
Then, yesterday at 3 am I woke up and thought, “I don’t feel well.” Then, “Stop, Racheal, this is all in your head.” Then, “Nope, it is not in your head, RUN to the bathroom."
The bathroom is where I spent the next 12 hours.
Except for when Dan had to go to work because it was his first day at his new job and I couldn’t have anyone else watch Ina because I didn’t want her to spread this evil sickness.
So, it was me, literally crawling back and forth to the bathroom trying to take care of a toddler who, let me remind you, had this bug 24 hours before and made it seem like it was no big deal.
Mickey Mouse and his Clubhouse saved the day and I thanked God we had a DVR to store all those episodes.
It actually worked out better than expected. Ina only learned to climb the window and the pantry shelves to get pretzels for breakfast.
When Dan came home around noon because apparently his first day was short, I have never been more happy to see him. He won the World’s Best Husband award when he helped me upstairs, brought me ice water, tucked me in, and covered all the windows with blankets. Other than trips to the bathroom and an occasional visit from Dan and Ina to see how I was doing, I slept for the next 18 hours.
I feel half way human again today, but still pretty weak. I am so, so thankful that is over with and don’t wish it on anyone else.
I hope the start to your week has gone better than mine. :)