Nothing juicy, just something I need a little prayer about. I am Kelli, mother of two, and I shut down completely when they have the stomach flu (I did not mean for that to rhyme). And when I say shut down, I really mean it.
Growing up I did not get sick (stomach) really at all. I can remember twice. When I was 8 weeks pregnant with Jamison I had the worst stomach flu ever and that began the fear. As you know having kids means illness. I can deal with fevers, injuries, colds, asthma, etc, but the when it comes to the stomach flu I would rather run out the door. It's so yucky and smelly...ok, sorry.
Well last night Caleb started showing signs of having a virus. Rondell was not at home and I freaked out (luckily my friend Janna was there at the start and helped to take my mind off of it. Sorry that you had to see me that way Janna!). Caleb wanted me to hold him so badly and I couldn't. How bad is that? I just sat on the kitchen floor (because that floor would be easier for Rondell to clean up in case of vomit) with Caleb leaning against me with his back to me (because if he did throw up it would be on the floor and not me). SAD!!! This is nothing I'm proud of and it kind of makes me sad that I react this way.
I called Ron and he was on his way home. By the time he came home Caleb was asleep (this time with me laying blankets on me and then letting him lay on me). I slept downstairs. I went to work today and Ron stayed home (bless him). All day I've been calling to check in and Caleb has basically been asleep all day (poor little guy). And what's all I can think about...going home and staying away. SAD.
Pray for me, I want to be that mom that just let's it roll off her back.
Claire is 14 today, hip, hip, hooray!
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