The Dreaded Day

The dreaded day finally arrived. I started feeling sick late yesterday afternoon and commence the throwing up & expulsion of all bodily fluids for the next 11 hours. George took the girls to church last night, but he began feeling sick about midnight and Kate was soon to follow about 3 a.m. How Hannah has escaped it thus far is beyond me, other than her Daddy praying that he could take the illness for them. I have been dreading the day we, or even just the girls, get a stomach bug. I have to tell you that while it has not been pleasant, we are surviving quite well. Kate and Hannah were bouncing off of us while we laid on the couch this morning. I guess it's hard to explain to a 2 year old what the word sick means.

My face is spotted red because of all of the broken blood vessels from heaving so hard, but the worst of it is that my hips are so cramped up from being dehydrated. My wonderful father-in-law (bless his heart...we called him because we knew he was an early riser & would jump at the opportunity-it's just who he is) brought us some ginger ale and Sprite this morning just before 6 a.m. I was ready to go to the ER and tell them to stick an IV in me. I didn't sleep one second last night and couldn't nap at all this afternoon because my hips hurt so bad. I'm trying to replenish my body's fluids, but it needs more than the average person so it's taking longer.

Thanks for letting me moan and groan. Please pray for us as we recuperate. Here's to hoping we didn't infect anyone else along the way!