Sickies

Wow, it has been a rough couple of days.  What I thought was a relapse of my cold turned out to be the flu, and just a few hours after I wrote my last post I started violently expelling fluids from my body in all directions and it was awful.  I had just gotten a weird stomach virus 2.5 weeks before (on Christmas Eve, go figure), and so that, in combination with the cold I had, meant that I had no reserves and a very weak immune system.  It was a little scary, to tell you the truth.  I could tell I was in really bad shape, and Jeremy was about ready to rush me to the hospital, but we pulled through and I am feeling much better now!  I still have the cold and I now weigh less than I did when I graduated from high school (yikes!), but I feel like I am finally on the mend.  Operation fatten-me-up begins next week.

Then last night, Connor started throwing up!  Poor baby.  He didn't start until about 8:15, and he was so tired, he would fall asleep within about a minute of throwing up and not wake up until about 30 seconds before he did it again.  So I guess that was a blessing that he was able to rest in between.  He must be much more resilient than me though, because he got up at 8 this morning and wanted to play basketball.  Haha.  Hopefully nobody else gets it, but we shall see.  It is awful.

One thing I wanted to say though is how grateful I am for Jeremy, for my family, and for the members of the church.  Jeremy has been an absolute saint running back and forth between helping me and taking care of the kids and working from home yesterday.  I could tell by the time we got the kids in bed last night that he was spent (and then Connor threw up about 5 minutes later).  He was amazing though, and I feel so grateful for him!!

Also, the night I was sick, he called our home teachers to see if they could bring over some 7-up, and not too long after, our 16-yr-old home teacher showed up with 7-up and saltines and our other home teacher informed us that his wife would bring us dinner the next night (chicken noodle soup - aka the elixir of life for me!).  Then yesterday morning I got a call from my visiting teacher who had heard from the Relief Society president that I was sick and wanted to know if I needed anything.  A friend of mine also offered to watch the kids all day yesterday and although we didn't take her up on it since the kids were still sick from their colds (and good thing, since Connor really got sick that night), it was so nice to feel so loved.  I think my mom was about ready to hop on a plane, bless her heart, and the kids were so sweet bringing me tissues and entertaining themselves a lot.

And Anna - poor baby, I could not produce any milk to save my life on Thursday night, so she went to bed without being nursed and was sooo sad (as was I).  She woke up at 3 or 4am, and luckily I was able to produce enough to satisfy her, but then she would not let Jeremy take her from me.  It was so sweet.  She just snuggled me forever, which is very out of character, and would not leave my side for about an hour.  It about broke my heart.  I seem to be back on track as far as that goes, and everyone is much happier. :)

Anyway, that is our sick saga!  I hope that's about the end of it.  I'm ready to be fully functional again!