Over the weekend we had a horrible house guest arrive... a nasty bug!! It seems to be making it's way out, thank goodness. It started on Friday night when Anya woke up twice throwing up, crying, and scared. There is something about rubbing your little ones back, voicing soothing words, and cleaning up after they are sick, that makes you feel completely like a parent.
By Saturday night the bug wrapped it's way inside of me keeping me up sick throughout the night. It felt like hell. Sunday morning came and I was weak, achy, and ill. Dwight took care of his two girls all day. We watched Toy Story 3 and snuggled on the couch. If there is one good thing out of the nastiness it is that sickness = snuggles. Our girl is a mover so it is rare for her to curl up on my lap for over a half hour on the couch. I ate up every moment of that. By Sunday night the bug was trying to get Dwight. He fought back and only got half of it (fingers crossed). I woke up this morning feeling 100 percent. Anya woke and I felt her sheets.. dry. Her temp is still a bit raised so she is still fighting the last of it. It is almost gone from our household and we are all saying good riddance. I hope this winter brings no more stomach bugs to us. Santa is making an arrival this week. We want to be healthy for all of the fun to come. :)