We have been in the sick house all weekend. It started Friday night with Little Miss and I,  then it moved to Daddy and Bubby Sunday evening. It was bad sick. Like take you to a whole new level in your marriage kinda sick.
I'm learning that as a Mom you don't get to be sick on your own. That's hard. I also need to learn how to still be a servant when I just want to be served. Something about being sick brings out the child in me that wants to cry, be held and be treated like a special little patient. Even though that's what I wanted and needed it blessed me to be there for my children in that way. Learning.....still learning.

We ended up taking Little Miss to the ER Sunday evening because she refused to eat or drink and was still throwing up. They gave her Zofran and she agreed to eat ice chips so she could go home. Woke up this morning and she still didn't want anything to eat, mainly because she thinks it's going to make her throw up. When she woke up from her nap she wanted to be "Cookie Monchters" so we made a deal that if she could eat and drink something we would take her to a few houses dressed up as Cookie. It worked!





This little guy stayed with Daddy so he could get to feeling better.



 Praying tomorrow brings on more of an appetite and continued healing.