Being as sick as I have been lately has apparently made the kids start to worry about me. Drew broke my heart today when he asked me, Mommy, what happens if you get in the hospital? I told him I won't, but he said, What IF?
Well, Grandma and Grandpa would take care of you for a little while, I guess. I said.
He wanted to know if I got sick could Daddy come home. I let out a big sigh..... I'd have to be really really sick for Daddy to come home. Do you want me to be really really sick?
Well no, he guessed not.
Louisa told my mom the other day that she was worried I'd have to go to the hospital and she'd get taken away from me and her brothers. Of course my mom reassured her that wouldn't happen.
What have I done? I've made myself so sick that my kids are worrying about me. I don't know exactly how to get better, but for now, I'll follow doctors orders and mostly just pray a lot. I need to get better. I'm tired of being in pain, I'm tired of not being able to eat or sleep, I'm tired of being tired.... I'm just... tired.