Recovering

That's how I'd sum up the last couple days in the O'Malley household. I felt extremely nauseous on Sunday night and laid awake in bed waiting to actually get sick, but it never came. Eventually, I fell asleep and although the about-to-be-sick feeling came back every time I rolled over, I never actually vomited. It may have had something to do with the fact that I didn't eat anything besides a small bowl of soup all day. Yesterday was a little worse, I had sore, achy muscles and zero energy. I basically laid on the couch all day and only got up when the boys absolutely needed something. I felt like I was going to faint whenever I did get up, so I tried not to move more than necessary. I went to bed at 8:30, right after I put the boys to sleep and slept for nearly 12 hours. Today, I feel much, much better. My appetite is back and I have much more energy. I even (partially) cleaned my house! The boys haven't thrown up since yesterday morning and they seem to be on the road to recovery as well. They still have diarrhea and are pretty fussy and clingy, but all in all, much better than the weekend.

Even Brandon feels better even though he had to work and go to class throughout it all. Seriously, the guy wakes up at 6 am or earlier every single day, goes to work, studies, goes to class, comes home and studies more. I definitely don't think I could have felt better without getting a full night of rest, but somehow Brandon pushed through it even though he was 10 times sicker than I was. I often throw myself pity parties during the day and think I have it so hard taking care of the boys all alone, but then I think of my husband who works incredibly hard and has 3 huge responsibilities on his plate right now. And he's always thinking of ways he can better prioritize or work/study more efficiently so that he'll have more time left over for our family and for church. He always tells me that he thinks he's lazy and needs to use his time better but I disagree- then I shamefully think about my morning spent on the couch drinking chai lattes and watching morning talkshows. I can't think of a single other person who works harder than Brandon or who is constantly asking themselves if the way they use their time is glorifying to God. I really admire this about my husband.

Anyways, thanks for the prayers while we were sick. I really do think everybody healed incredibly fast and I'm very thankful for that. It was our first big illness and we made it through it ok. Sure, there were times where I really wished we lived closer so that one of our parents or my sisters could come over and help (our house literally looked like a tornado blew through it for a few days there), but God got us through it. And I'm especially thankful that I avoided the worst of it and was able to take care of the boys while Brandon was so sick. I'm also incredibly proud of myself for not throwing up the first time I saw/smelled my kids' vomit. I have dreaded that moment since I was a teenager and always imagined it ending badly. I only gagged and screamed a few times, especially when I saw that it was on my sleeve. Brandon and I had a good laugh about it afterwards and now I know that I can indeed handle cleaning up my kids' vomit.