I'm not as rattled as I would have been in years past. I've learned that these things happen (every 3rd Christmas or so) and I'm incredibly grateful that it is not actually Christmas day. We will be at Mass. We will be able to visit. And if some things don't get done? I guess that's all right.
This is the first time in 24 hours that I am able to sit upright. It's the first time today that I've been out of bed for more than 5 minutes at a time. I have had visits all day from the rapidly healing children and do you know what? It's been really nice.
Board games on the bed with Crash. Time to talk with Cookie while she knits. Comforting button next to me while she continues to suffer. Nursing Little Cub. Listening to Professor give a magic show to the little ones downstairs. Seeing Jellybean so concerned about everyone she loves. Crash gave me a bell to ring should I need his assistance. Cookie has been bringing me jello.
Last night was brutal. I slept on the bathroom floor. I became so dehydrated that my body wouldn't produce milk for Cub. That is the first time such a thing has happened in 14 years of mothering. And the muscles all over my body (including my fingers and back) cramped for hours until I was able to rehydrate a bit. Chief went to Walmart at 2:00 am for me and came home with 18 gallons of fluids... just in case one thing or another appealed to me more.
Now the Chief is down and the children are waiting on him.
The week before Christmas is generally a very busy and exciting time. But I don't know how long it will take to bounce back... and I'm letting it go.
As we head into this final period of preparation, I'm awfully glad that we decorated the tree earlier than usual. And that we have indoor plumbing and a functioning washing machine and dryer. I'm grateful for my sweet family and the time we have had together in this illness.
Ah, my time is up. Back to bed. There are presents to wrap. Packages to mail. Food to prepare. Clothes to iron.... and I'm letting it go. God is good. Thanks be to God!