Happy Birthday Grandma!
This is the cake I made for my Grandma's Birthday.
We traveled over to Truckee CA to go spend a Birthday Dinner with her and her two sisters.
It was a lot of fun.
Except when Zay threw up right when we got there....
Everyone's Sick and an ER Scare...
Little did D and I know... Zay caught the 24 hour flue from the kids at Grandma Roxy's house the day before. So it wasn't too long until J got sick too. The poor guy threw up right when we got home. And then did it again in the middle of the night all over his bed. Threw up the rest of the night too.
Then it was my turn to catch the bug.
I started throwing up a ton. And then I started feeling like I was having contractions.
D started to get worried so he called his mom over at 4am and we went to the ER.
I had drank enough water... but when I threw it all up, I got supper dehydrated.
They had to put an IV in me. 3 bags. They said that if they didn't get my throwing up under control, my body would make me go into serious contractions and have the baby.
So I was having contractions, just small ones. And consistent.
I had to take 2 shots of Zofran and 1 heavy duty shot in the butt before I started feeling any kind of better.
I was able to leave the hospital around 4 that afternoon. With a prescription of 12 hr Zofran.
But I'm doing good now... kinda.
Still feel week and dizzy. I'm trying to drink as much as I can.
Now D is starting to feel the bug. He hasn't thrown up yet, but he says he feels sick. I'm hoping he doesn't get it, but if he does, I'm just glad he didn't get sick when I was in the hospital and the boys were at home sick too.
Things are stressful at the house. I think this is the longest D has been forced to watch the kids without my help. He's not that use to dealing with them as I am, so when I hear him yelling, I wonder if that's what I sound like all the time to him. I don't dare correct him when he's disciplining the kids because I know that will just make him even more upset. I feel bad... makes me want to get better sooner.
But I'm thankful D is doing a good job with the kids in the situation we're in. He's still hurting a ton. Says he knee spikes and pinches a lot. Now more then ever because he's getting up a lot more then he's use to, having to chase the kids around and stuff.
UGH, I'm tired of the trials and tribulations! Seems like one thing right after the other.
But I shouldn't complain too much... at least we have had help when we needed it. Better these things happen here where we have family and friends that are reliable enough to come to our aid, rather then back where we had no family... I don't want to even think about what could of happened to us under the same circumstances.
Thank Heavens for Family