This seems to be a regular occurrence as of late, but, this week is already not going as intended. And, at this point, I’m flat out heartbroken. See, Remy Bea began vomiting Saturday evening. And it has yet to stop. And I feel like the biggest failure in the world because somehow we can’t shake this stomach virus.
I’m grateful that after many hours of waiting, Remy Bea finally wet a diaper last night. It was touch-and-go with the “are we going to end up in the hospital again??” questions, back and forth, between Chad and I.
I’m not content right now. I can’t be. I’m on edge. I feel like I can’t take a deep breath or sigh of relief until this whole sickness is far, far, behind us.
I really wish I could be back at work tomorrow. I know this seems silly, but tomorrow is the beginning of a new session for us at work. That means new gymnastics classes starting. And, instead of being there to meet new students and parents and help them get on their way with what may be their first ever gymnastics class, I’ll be at home with a sick Remy Bea, while another girl covers my classes. Bummer.
Also? I’m getting mega, mega, stir crazy. I haven’t worked since Thursday, December 22nd. And I’ve been at home with sick kiddos much of the rest of the time. Sigh.
All of this aside, I’m happy that I’m able to be here with my two little sickies, taking care of them myself. Sure, it’s totally overwhelming; but I’d rather be here than at some high-stress job, getting extra stressed out because my kiddos are sick. Gosh, a lot has changed in a year!
Have a healthy and happy week, friends! xo