Thursday morning Pierce comes into our bedroom, moaning and groaning, complaining of stomach pain. Could it be hunger? Could it just be a little gas pain?
It's been the virus from the place where all evil resides.
From my vast knowledge of medical stuff, most stomach things last about 24-48 hours, but this one is way different, we are day #4 now. And it's been miserable.
According to Pierce, THE WORST DAY OF HIS LIFE.
The dramatics are from his fathers side.
But you know what? Stomach stuff, is the worst.
Daddy has been gone, and I've done my best to keep the healthy one entertained, and baby the sick one.
Most of Hope's entertainment has been giving mommy different hairstyles...
And mommy's entertainment has been pinning 6,945 things on Pinterest.
Thankfully Pierce is finally showing signs of improvement, and daddy gets home today. Life is finally resuming to normal. I think.
OH, and today I have a happy hangover from the emotions of this last night. More on my Cody bear tomorrow....