The Beginning

Erik got home just in time last night to keep me from passing out. During the night, he suffered through being woken several times with my whimpering. Called the on-call doctor for me while I was self-diagnosing meningitis, cancer, and voodoo doll torture. Imagined that my boys would be scarred for life because I died on Mother's Day weekend. It was bad.

sick.sick.sick.

Think I am going to die. Have never been in this much pain with a VIRUS.

And, I thought I broke my foot yesterday evening. Good news: Only a soft tissue injury. For mother's day, I got an awesome shoe to wear for a couple of weeks . . . oh, and pain killers. loopy, anyone?

Hats off to Erik who is feeding us, mowing the lawn, wiping my tears, and taking care of the boys all by himself. And, he stopped at the airport on the way home and brought me beautiful gerbers. Evy and Merritt are giving me lots of open arm hugs, and I get to use the coveted blankies anytime I want. Gotta love, love.