I don't think there is anything worse than a sick child. No, I take that back. There is nothing worse than a sick child when you are physically unable to take care of them. I was able to make it 5 months before I had to
experience a sick child. Boy did it come hard. Yesterday the illness in my house spread like wild fire. The Plague of 2013, taking everything down in its path. I was at work. My girls were home, sick, defenseless, (hoping they were) missing their mommy. I
had all intention of coming home and carrying for my little ones but The Plague had other plans for me. The afternoon hit and I was no longer capable of taking care of myself, let alone two sick 5 1/2 month olds.
I have a whole new respect for single parents.
I thank my lucky stars my inlaws were over and Eric came home with me. I carried my weak body to bed
while the three of them tagged teamed two children that couldn't even keep a single sip of formula or a bite of food down. Eventually one by one Liv and Juls wore themselves out. Juliana finally went to bed a little after midnight and Olivia eventually fell
asleep after 4 am (this is according to my husband, I on the other hand was dead to the world, curled up, under the covers, still freezing).
As the morning approached, mommy
and her little ladies began to feel a little better but not completely 100%. The girls were able to keep some formula down but are still completely lethargic. Juliana is a good sleeper, but I have never seen her sleep this much in her entire (short lived)
tiny life. Mommy is afraid to eat still. We will see what the rest of the day brings.
The Plague of 2013 will not defeat us.