Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Sick Days

Alright, just the thought of typing right now is making me weepy.  Is it because I'm sick?  Is that why I've cried three times in the last 24 hours? I was crying last night on the way home from a meeting when telling Shelby about my relationship with Christ.  I started crying when I was watching some silly youtube video about animals (I don't even really like animals) and just now I started to cry thinking about what I was about to type...

Eleanor is almost ONE!

How does this tie in to my title, "Sick Days." Follow my brain path with me...

I have been sick since Wednesday.  That is a full 7 days.  And I never get sick.  And never for 7 days!  I am exhausted.  Each day is worse than the one before.  And yet each day I am convinced I will be better the next. 

To make matters worse, my medication options are non-existent.  I can have Tylenol.  Super.  That will help with this congestion, incessant drainage, and terrible migraine (Insert sarcasm font here.) Side note: I did take Tylenol cold and flu last night which did next to nothing to ease my ailments, but I am happy to report that it did not wipe out my milk supply which was my fear.

Ok, back to topic.  So I'm sick.  And yesterday I was really sick.  And Alex graciously stayed home with Eleanor and me so I could attempt to put in a day of work in between naps and donut runs.  He commented yesterday that it was fitting he should stay home since this time last year he was staying home from work because I wasn't "feeling well" for a very important reason. This time last year I had already gone into labor and was battling contractions every 10 minutes or so. 

Well today Alex did go to work.  I laid in bed this morning watching him get ready, trying my best not to beg him to stay.  I feel even worse today than I did yesterday, and Eleanor is worse too.  If I could pick now I would rather him be home with us today.  I finally dragged myself out of bed and down the stairs to chug some apple cider vinegar diluted in water (ugghhh!) and while we stood together in the kitchen, he once again reminded me how fitting it is that I am not feeling well since this time last year I was really into labor. 

And that's what's making me cry.  Because my baby girl will be one years old tomorrow, like it or not.  I really didn't think I was going to be a sappy mom on this day, but here it is the day before and I'm already crying.  Where did the time go?  So I'm blaming it on the over-dosage of Tylenol and my already weeping eyes and nose-that's why I'm crying so easily today.  But golly, can't we just stop time for a moment?

Oh, and can we both pretty please be better tomorrow so we can really enjoy Eleanor's birthday together!?

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