One of the scariest moments was when my 12 y.o. son had pneumonia. Doctors almost admitted him into the hospital when he threw up his meds. But, fortunately he was able to keep things down, again, and stay home. At one point he was on 7 different medications including the nebulizer. It was hard to see my little guy struggling.
Miracle: I didn't get sick. Somehow I avoided their viruses/infection. Here I am being coughed on while trying to remove encrusted goop from their eyes (yeah, two of them developed bacterial pink eye), sleep deprived, and trying to keep the rest of the house going (including birthday celebrations and making a costume for daughter's dance recital), yet I didn't get sick. I attribute part of that good fortune to the 4-5 weeks in February when I was regularly exercising and eating better. It's like I was in training for what was coming in March.
I wasn't able to keep up the exercise routine nor logging calories during March, though. Now that everyone is on the mend, I can feel myself starting to spiral down if I don't take care of me soon.
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Except at 4:30 a.m.