My poor Ems. Last Friday she woke up in the middle of the night with a stomach bug. I had to cancel a play date with a friend and Emersyn was really sad because her and this friend haven't played in a long time but I told her we'd reschedule. She threw up for half the day, only got it on her bed once (yay) and then by the next day she was good as new, though with a limited appetite.
Then this past week she developed a cough and it has gotten progressively worse. Last night she spiked a bit of a fever and fell asleep on the couch, something she has NEVER done before. Yesterday morning I went with my instincts and cancelled our playdate (the one we had rescheduled from last week) and again, Ems was so disappointed. This morning she's a bit more congested but her cough is a little more wet and that's a good sign that the virus is working it's way through. Today was "pajama day" at preschool and I don't have the heart to tell Ems that she missed it. I can't tell you how many times this week I've said, "please don't cough on your brother". Praying that Everett stays healthy and us too for that matter.
It is so draining when our kids are sick, isn't it? I think of single mom friends of mine and wonder how on earth they do it? I think my mother-in-law is going to come over today so I can run to the store and by the store, I mean Starbucks. :) I need some fresh air. I also need a new can of Lysol. Everywhere I look, Emersyn's sweet little slobbery hands are touching something that needs to be disinfected.
I know this wasn't the most riveting blog post but it's where I'm at right now! Have a great rest of your week everyone.