Through Sickness and Through Health

I was reminded this week of those precious wedding vows. Am I ever glad they were said at my wedding! On Tuesday Alynna woke up screaming. She ended up vomiting twice and was sleepy and was very cuddly. She was pathetic. By that evening I was quite sleepy myself and began to feel lousy. That night I couldn't sleep due to the nausea. Brad took Wednesday off to take care of the kids and myself. I stayed in bed the entire day and slept through most of it. I was too sick to read, too sick to do anything but lie in bed. I didn't even have the gumption to do anything but mumble requests to Brad. I felt like my eyes had swollen to the size of baseballs. Brad brought me ice pack after melted ice pack to rest on my forehead and eyes.
That night I began craving things with a "pow" flavor. All I wanted was a cold glass of cranberry juice and some Popsicles. I almost woke Brad up at 6:00am Thursday morning to beg him to bring me the goodies. However, I waited. He was ready to go to the store by 9:30am. When I checked back with me about the grocery list the idea of syrupy juice was appalling to me. I felt like a hormonal pregnant woman who can't ever be satisfied. Even the Popsicles he picked out were so full of flavor they were disgusting at the time.
By that evening I could finally get up and stumble my way to the bath tub or brush my teeth. It's when I looked in the mirror and saw the reflection that I remember our vows. My bangs looks like a throw-back from the eighties. One side of my head had hair plastered to it and the other side looked like I was wearing a Bump-it that had slipped out of place. My face was chalky. My stomach was hollow. I was wearing a Tshirt that I had wore on Tuesday. I was a sight for... um, no one. And there was my husband rushing back and forth between children, diapers, and me. That, ladies and gentlemen, is romance. It's not a bouquet of roses or a surprise steak dinner and a night on the town... it's even better. Yes, that's romance.
It is now Friday and I'm better. I'm not jumping up and down with excitement, but instead slowly plodding around the house. I'm trying to pump myself up with juices and "safe" foods so that when the family, who went to Academy Day, comes back I'll be able to take over much of the work load for Brad. He hung in there all he could and now I think he's ready for a break.
I also want to thank my sister-in-law, Toni, who watched the two older children on Wednesday. Then I wanted to thank my mother who came over to help on Tuesday night when I couldn't help two screaming babies and will be bringing over dinner tonight.
I'm so thankful for our overall good health and my recovery and my family and for my marriage.
PS. Please pray for Brad. We can't have him get sick now too.