Where did Christmas go? Did I miss it?

Short answer: I slept through it.

Although not entirely. Remember that Moses woke up at 3:30 on Tuesday morning, throwing up profusely? By 9:00 that morning I was sick. That was the 23rd. By 4:00 am on the 24th, I felt sure I was going to be admitted to the hospital that day (since K had to rescue me before I passed out in the bathroom). And since I wasn't sleeping anyway, I worried the rest of the night away wondering what in the world we would do with Moses if I was in the hospital.

But two calls from my doctor (and a whole lot of gatorade) later, I was feeling much better. At least, "better" enough to watch Moses open his presents from us on Christmas Eve night, after he and K got home from the church service (which I, of course, missed). He pretty much LOVED his presents, and we loved giving them to him!

By Christmas morning, I felt much better, and was at least able to enjoy Moses' joy at seeing what St. Nick left for him:

In fact, I felt so much better that I thought I should get up and around, and make some Christmas snacks (my parents were coming later in the day, since sickness totally kept us from celebrating Christmas with my family). Then I played with Moses. And my mom made Christmas dinner, so I ate it.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

By 4:00 am on the 26th (what is it about 4 in the morning with me?), I was in severe pain again. Not a good thing-- it's hard to tell pain from sickness from pain from contractions!

So, I slept most of the day on the 26th as well.

And even though I feel SO MUCH better today, I will not make the mistake of thinking I am better and eating. I think Campbell's stock went up this week due to the amount of chicken noodle soup I've had....

But I must say, in spite of it all, I am blessed. I have a wonderful husband who has taken care of me AND Moses. I have a wonderful little boy who makes sure I am getting enough liquids (even if that means waking me up to hand me my gatorade....). AND, I realized the other day that, in 31 Christmases, this is the first time anyone in my family has ever been sick over Christmas. That's a pretty good record.

Oh- and one more blessing. It sure beats the whopping cough (and subsequent broken rib from coughing) that I had over Christmas break 3 years ago, when I was pregnant with Moses....