Instead of putting it all in one post I’m just catching up as I can and then hopefully I can get back in my routine of daily posts.
On Thursday of last week R3 woke up telling me her belly hurt. This went on all day. I thought she was constipated, hungry, who knows, she’s 2! No fever or other complaints so I didn’t think anything of it. I gave her a bath around 5 and at 5:30 she puked all over me on the front porch. She threw up about an hour later, nursed, threw up 30 minutes later, nursed and went to bed and slept for about 15 hours. She woke up FINE.
All day Friday everyone was fine. Seemed to be a 12-hour thing. Saturday morning at 4am I was woken up with it. About 3 hours later it R2. We laid in bed together all day while Mr. Fox hung with the other two.
We had purchased tickets to Veggie Tales live about 2 months ago, and of course the show was that night at 7pm. (looking back I now see why God had me choose that show over the 2pm one). I tried to sell the tickets and at one point was ready to give them away because I didn’t want them to be wasted. I felt ok but just weak and a little nauseous. I decided to suck it up and go because I really wanted the kids to go and R1 was disappointed.
So we went and I was miserable but the kids had so much fun that it was worth it.






































