Unfortunately, it happened.
I found myself in the ER with dehydration issues.
On top of that, they were unable to find IV access since
I have so much scar tissue on my arms.
I opted for a nice shot of anti-nausea & b-something-or-other-vitamins
to help reset my sickness.
It worked.
On the way home from the hospital, I got Mexican food
and ate most of it.
I've got to start drinking and eating more.
Jane and Christian are both determined to have
something in my stomach every two hours.
They take shifts in prepping food and reminding me to eat.
It's so hard, and I have to force myself to survive.
This is the worst.
The hard part is that I didn't "plan" on baby Nielson #6, and
everything seems so abrupt and unplanned.
I feel so caught off guard and vulnerable.
I'm working through this.
I know it won't last forever.
I can do it.
I can do it.
I can do it!
