I am feeling a little like death warmed over...literally. Last week I started having really severe abdominal pain. All at once it seemed like. It got worse until the pain made labor feel trivial, I gave in and called my Aunt to stay with the children and take me to the emergency room. The next few hours passed in a blur.
They admitted me to the hospital, where I've been hanging out in the ICU until last night. Last night, I finally managed to convince all of the doctors to let me go home. Of course, now I am feeling so bad, and am so scared of missing any indication of a relapse, and having symptoms that went away early in my hospital stay...that I'm a big bundle of nerves on the verge of tears.
So, if you are inclined, please say a little prayer for me and my family, pray that I will only get better from here on out. Pray that I will get to see my six beautiful children grow up...and please go hug yours. Please look at them them way I am looking at mine right now...not taking anything or any moment for granted.
Kids, I love you. You are my life.