Sick!

Travis has been gone for a week. He is in Philadelphia for work and we are missing him like crazy. This is the longest he has been away and it has been rough. I decided to spend the week at my mom and dad's because even though they are both at work all day, they were good company in the evenings and more importantly I wouldn't have to be alone at night.

We had a nice relaxing week together and had a fun weekend planned. My mom and I were going shopping to get me some much needed post pregnancy clothes (I have been putting it off thinking "oh, let me lose a few more pounds and then go." Silly me, those few more pounds aren't going to come off until I stop eating junk and start working out!) Saturday morning arrives and before I can even open my eyes, I run to the bathroom. Yes, the terrible, dreaded, stomach flu. I swear there is not much worse in this world. I literally spent the next 24 hours sleeping on the bathroom floor. The flu is also a nightmare for a nursing mom who is told to hydrate, hydrate, hydrate. Thank goodness for my mom who was there to take care of Julia. I don't know what I would have done! I couldn't even lift her up I was so sick. Nothing cures the flu like a mom to take care of you. I was sad I ruined the weekend but so greatful I was there to get the help Julia and I needed.

On Sunday morning I was feeling a little better but still not 100%, when I noticed Julia acting a little fussy. I got out the thermometer and the poor thing had a fever. I was so sad I cried. I was still feeling sick and now I had given it to my poor baby who I have basically made live in a bubble the first two months of her life. My mom kept saying "Okay, now think if you had a toddler to take care of too. Or, what if you were Kate (from John and Kate plus 8, the family that has twins and sextuplets) Classic mom, I know I could have it a lot worse but just let me wallow in my sorrows for a moment!

After giving Julia some Tylenol, she started to do a little better but still wasn't her smily self. I decided to get her home to her bed. Today she is still running a small fever and has just had a rough day. All I could think about was Travis half way across the country and how much I miss him. I need him here for love and moral support. I am so excited to pick him up from the airport I can hardly stand it. All I have to say is, I don't know how single mothers do it. I think they should have their own holiday apart from Mother's Day. It should be Single Mother's Day.

So now here I sit with still a bit of a queazy stomach, getting my blog on and prolonging crawling into my empty bed. Only 12 hours until my sweetheart is back! Codependent? maybe!