My birthday was last Monday, on the 5th. Ernest thought that he might be working late that night, so on Saturday when he and Ally went to the store he helped her pick out a cake for me. We celebrated Sunday night, with Ally and Ernest singing to me and then I got to blow out the candles. Ally was so excited, but told me that she wouldn't help me because I could do it myself. So, low-key but nice.
Monday Ernest did have to work late, but Lori, Lucas, Sydney, and Brandon came over in the evening to make some more sugar cookies. Lori and I have made some together nearly every year for probably the last 10 years or so. The kids had a great time and I loved getting to spend some time with two of my best friends! We don't get to get together nearly often enough anymore. Between Sunday night and Monday night I really did enjoy my birthday.






And then... Tuesday afternoon I started feeling sick. It just kept getting worse. I nearly cancelled my chiropractor appointment but when on and went since my stomach settled down a bit. I had a call that night for work too, which I took from bed. Ernest was wonderful with the kids, and I stayed in bed for the rest of the night. Well, part of the time I was on the couch. I asked Ernest to get me some 7UP. The only way Ally was okay with not going to the store with Daddy (she loves going to the store) was for her to take special care of me. She sat near where I was laying on the couch and kept giving me "squeeze hugs" and kisses. She'd ask me if it helped, and I told her that Yes, it helped a little bit. "No! It helps a lot!" Okay, baby, it helps a lot.
When Ernest got back with the 7UP, he told her it was special fizzy water that would help me feel better. She felt quite important when he let her bring the cup to me. For the rest of the week she'd ask me if I needed some more special fizzy water to make my tummy feel better. Oh, and more squeeze-hugs and kisses.
I finally had to get up around 11 and hang out in the bathroom for a while. I hate stomach bugs. I rarely get them, which is a good thing. I also had a light fever. So for the next two days I lived on soda and crackers, and I was fine with that. I watched Ernest and the kids, and they didn't seem to get what I had, which was very nice.
But...
Thursday night, I'm feeling mostly normal, but tummy is still a bit off. I went to bed early because I was planning on going to work on Friday. Ally woke up crying hard around 10 saying that her knees hurt. We got her settled down and couldn't find anything wrong with her, so we put band aids on them (they fix anything!) and got her back to sleep. An hour later she wakes up again, this time nearly hysterical. I was still feeling kind of sick, and remembering how my stomach felt before I got sick on Tuesday. So I am thinking that she is about to throw up. I'm praying that she doesn't and trying to get her to the bathroom while she is still frantically crying. Everything we did upset her. We got her an icee to see if that would help settle her down (usually it does) and that even made her more upset - while she was eating it.
And guess what....she is crying so much and so loud that Jacob wakes up crying in his crib. Both Ally and Jacob wanted me, and both were very vocal in their complaints. I sat with Jacob for a few minutes, and said some prayers asking for guidance. I switched kids with Ernest, and it popped in my head to see if Ally wanted to watch Backyardigans with me. It's after midnight at this point. But it worked! She calmed down, and even let me bring towels and a bucket to the couch with us since I told her it was for me.
We ended up watching Backyardigans and Kilan with me laying on the couch (still feeling sick), Ally laying next to me, and Jacob laying on me. By the time everyone was settled down and in bed it was after 1:00. Ernest and I finally got to sleep. It was an eventful evening.
One thing I kept thinking through the couple of hours we were doing this, was could we really handle three kids? Wow.