it is scary having children and being incapacitated. the pull for self preservation was so strong but so was the need to parent. in the end i just laid in bed until david got home, asking the kids to play in their rooms or read book, telling them that i wasn't able to get them anything but that david would be home soon.
guys, augustine reduced me to streaming tears. i told him i was sick, had a very bad headache, and that i might throw up but that i would be okay soon. he went downstairs got me a glass of water, pulled the covers off of me and gave me a back scratch (our comfort "thing"). i told him i needed some medicine (more benedryl to make me sleep) and he got on a stool, stood on the sink, and got the tabs off of the top shelf in the medicine cabinet. HE IS ONLY 4. he just stood next to my bed telling me how much he loved me, then he put his hand on my arm (meanwhile i am under the covers trying to block out all light.) and he says
Dear Jesus, please heal mommy's headache. In your name, Amen
tears and tears and tears