... call Mom.
I've been ill the last few days. Craig was out of the country and my sibling housemate (that's my brother Joel) is on tour with his band, so I was home alone when I was struck by infection, 103-degree fever, and nausea.
And I was home alone with Isaac! For a terrible hour or so I was so dizzy and shaky that I was afraid to stand up, let alone pick him up. So he cried miserably alone in his crib while I lay limply on my bed in the next room, feeling equal parts sick and guilty.
It's a long and stressful story, but there's at least one good part: I called my mother and she promptly took action, arriving at my doorstep in less than three hours. And she stayed to take care of me (and Isaac) until Craig came home two days later.
This isn't a clever or insightful or cute post, but it is heartfelt: thanks, Mom. We really needed your help, and we are so grateful for it. I love you.
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