Erin and I spent a very long night together in the hospital Friday. Her pain was difficult to manage. She remained strong and determined, just shocked by her pain level. She has navigated several surgeries and procedures these last two years and always shook off the impact. There was no denying this hurt.
We spent Saturday trying to get on top of her pain. Fortunately by the evening, she was determined to go home where we put her on Tylenol and Motrin in a four hour rotation and slept in my cozy bed together. We both felt human Sunday; still tired but good. Erin was uncomfortable but not in significant pain by Sunday. The girl is as tough as nails. Friends visited and delivered flowers, treats and an adorable tee shirt. It says, "I've got 99 problems and a uterus ain't one".
Kate woke Sunday morning vomiting. She spent the day unable to keep anything down and sleeping away discomfort. Greg assumed care giving responsibility for her in the back of the house and I maintained my nursing role for Erin in our bedroom and bath. Erin could not get a stomach bug. It would be excruciating for her. So far, Kate is the only one who caught it. Thank God.