Mother’s Day weekend was a rough one for me. How is that so? Well, let’s go back two weeks before the holiday.
On a regular afternoon, after school, during homework, and before dinner time, Evan came running out of the bathroom claiming her threw up. I am positive that Evan has never thrown up, pretty much his whole life. Even as a baby he hardly ever spit up. So naturally, I was shocked and asked him about it. He was so sure that he threw up, but I convinced myself it must have been some mucus instead. It was only the one time, anyways. Soon the instance was forgotten.
A week later, Aiden didn’t want to go to school and said he was unwell. Upon arrival at school, he proceeded to throw up along the sidewalk right outside of the gates. So he remained home, and as with Evan, that was the only time he was sick.
So now we arrive to the Saturday before Mother’s Day. I woke up with Owen for a feeding at 5am. I already felt so nauseas but was too tired and simply went back to bed. That was a horrible idea. For the next 12 hours straight, I could hardly stop vomiting. My head pounded, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t see. I truly thought I might die. I wasn’t even fearful, I simply felt disconnected.
Mother’s day morning I woke up very weak, but better. I was so scared to sit up, or walk, or drink and especially to eat.
However, the boys had other ideas. After being cooped up with Dad and a very sick Mommy, they all wanted to get out of the house. And so we did.
We headed over to our favorite serene spot, Sunken Gardens.
They some decorations up for mother’s day and it was not busy at all. Just what a recovering Momma needed. I was still so weak, but we took it slow and enjoyed being out together.
Mother’s Day 2018 did not go as planned, but in a weird kinda way it did.
I got to stay in bed, unwillingly.
All of my boys took care of me and each other.
We ended it with a fun outing together.
What more could a Momma want?