Sick!!!

An unexpected illness took a firm grip over my 61 inch frame.

A horrible case of the stomach virus attacked me. LITERALLY for five days.

I saw my practitioner. She told me to hydrate and take an over the counter medication.

I did not hydrate.

The contractions started.

I called the doctor's office when the contractions multiplied the next day.

I called Hubs to come home before I called the doctor.

I knew I was in for it.

My kids knew something was very, very wrong.

They were dolls.

Who knew the 4 year old could make meals?

The triage obstetrical nurse said I wasn't having "enough" contractions in an hour.

She told me to drink MORE water.

I told her I could not.

She wanted to know WHY I could not.

Liquids made me more nauseous.

I started to cry. I told her I was never this irrational about liquid.

She gently shook me through the phone and told me I had no choice.

Six contractions in an hour and it was hospital time.

NO!

She told me the hospital would only give me IV fluid and put me on monitors anyway, and maybe just give me a touch of medication and send me home.

"Angry Booty" (an Usherism) is not pregnancy related, yet going around pregnant women now.

I was still in painful tears when we hung up.

Hubs came home and catered to the kids and to me.

Six contractions in an hour came. He held my hand. I drank more water.

Six contractions in twenty minutes came. I refused to hear about the hospital.

I drank more water.

I drank more water.

I drank more water.

Six hours later the contractions subsided.

I drank more water.

I was sweaty all night.

I drank more water.

I could not pee. There was nothing to waste.

I drank more water.

Hubs went into the office for a few hours the next morning.

I drank G2. It literally saved my life.

It was salty and sweet from beginning to end. I did not like it at first.

The water was not enough, though. I needed more salt to retain liquid.

I drank more G2.

I drank more G2.

I drank more G2.

Hubs was home again. He did not let me move one inch.

I slept several hours.

I drank more G2.

I drank more water, too.

Stomach virus was still in full swing.

I stood up only *to go*.

Hubs disappeared with my kids.

I slept more hours.

I was sweaty for more hours. It all came out my pores.

I drank more water. I drank more G2.

Two days later, I felt my stomach relax from knots.

It had now lasted Sunday to Sunday.

Today is Tuesday.

I am good, thank the Lord.

Read more about the rest of the Hawaiian adventure here soon.

Shiny Black Eyes Tell Mommy the Way it Is

Night before last I was shaken from my sleep by screams from Son1. I stumbled down the hallway and found him bawling in his doorway. I will spare you the details, but he had an intense case of stomach flu. After his bath, after the clean up in his room and his bathroom, after starting the laundry, and after my hero husband came to our rescue, we put him back to bed with one more story and prayers. He seemed uneasy about us leaving him. In the dim light I waved Hubby off to bed, and assured Son1 I would sit on the edge of his bed a few more minutes.
In the dark, a little hand reached for my mine and squeezed hard. My stomach fluttered, knowing that he felt comforted I was there. I sighed. Even though he is into being the big boy and being the big brother he still needs his mommy. Soon his hand relaxed. I tried to make his face out in the dark to see if he had drifted off to sleep. I smiled to myself when all I could see were his shiny black eyes, like black glass marbles. His eyes are particularly black and bright. When he was a newborn I remember rocking and rocking him in the dark, opening and shutting my own eyes, willing those teeny bright black eyes to close and go to sleep. And that night, sitting on his bed, they were wide awake.
I sat a little straighter, and whispered that I loved him SO much. He sprang up, threw his arms around me and told me he loved me SO much. Then he went on to say, "Mommy, you need to go to your bed! It's ok. Go to sleep!" Wow. I didn't know whether to giggle or be offended. I slid off the bed, shook my head, and found my way to back to bed.