After returning from our fabulous trip to Houston and mentally preparing myself for the next few weeks of aloneness, Piper and I got SICK! Piper and I don't get sick. We have very strong immune systems, but when we do get sick...we get SICK! As we were leaving for Church, Piper barfed all over the herself. She started crying hysterically which made her barf even more.
For those who know me, throwing up is one thing I CANNOT under any circumstances handle. If I see it, hear it, envision it, smell it, imagine it, sense it coming-I will gag uncontrollably. The gagging turns into sobbing which eventually turns into me crying for my very own mommy. It is so sad. For 2 days straight, Piper's routine was: eat breakfast, barf, sleep, poop explosion, try to eat, barf, sleep, and repeat. By Tuesday, she was feeling much better. We went to the park, we went for jog, and we went shopping.
Then Wednesday hit me HARD! I woke up feeling okay, but off. I ate a small breakfast, but still felt funny. I put Piper down for a nap when I suddenly was hit with the worst bout of nausea. I couldn't even move, I felt so sick.
Again, for those who know me, I do NOT throw up. I will gag and dry heave, but I will -with every fiber of my being- stop myself from throwing up. When I do throw up, I cry. It is so sad.For 2 days straight, I did not eat anything and cried a whole lot. By Friday, I felt much better and had a "Girl's Night Out".
Through this ordeal, I realized how very alone I was in Bloomington, so on Saturday I went to Alabama to get a little "mommy care". I might be turning 30 this year, but this past week, all I wanted was my mommy. Guess some things never change.