One of the hardest parts about being sick is the impact on my family. Garry has to work so hard to keep up with the demands of our young children and the constant housework since I am basically out of commission. The kids don't get as much attention as they need and I don't have as much patience with their usual antics as I should. I try not to dwell on the guilt, and we all just do the best we can do.
Then, every once in a while, the kids make references to this experience that make me laugh out loud.
On Tuesday, the day I ended up in the ER, I was kind of a mess. At one point Gavin brought me a piece of Christmas candy he had scrounged up from somewhere. He said to me: "If I give you this candy, will you stop throwing up and crying?" Ha! What a tender soul. Gavin does not part with sugar very easily.
My mom said that yesterday, she and Zach were playing a game at the kitchen table. Their happy time together was briefly interrupted by the sound of me losing my lunch (or some other meal) in the bathroom down the hall. Granny made a sad face in Zach's direction. He said, "Yeah, she's gross." That just tickles my funny bone.
I realize that my kids' commentary on a tragic situation might not seem funny, but all I can do is laugh. I wonder how much the kids will remember from this time.....