I know to most people, this only seems like a day, but to me, the last 48 hours have seemed like an eternity. After my post yesterday, things got worse, and I spent the whole day in bed after a teary start where I admitted to Nick that there wasn’t a chance of me making it out. Wollacombe was left to Nick and the kids and they came back with stories of rock pools, beaches and ice-creams. And I had stories of crying, more crying and more crying. We were very close to packing up and going home so that at least I could cry in my own bed!!!
But I am now back in the land of the living, and have actually had a nice day today. In fact, Nick would describe it as a ‘miraculous recovery’….hope that doesn’t mean he doesn’t think I was really ill!!!!! But strangely, given that I woke at 2am this morning and haven’t been back to bed since, I feel remarkably good. So good that today, I have;
1. Been into a local market town shopping with Nick and the kids
2. Come home and done pottery painting for 2 hours
3. Made lunch for the family
4. Made dinner for the family and cleared up
5. Made it past 9pm without thinking of bed for 2 hours previously!
Now, I know to most of you those things sound small, but when you’ve spent 2 days feeling like you can barely stagger from one place to another, they’re big. Even Rebecca said to me today
Rebecca: ‘ mummy you’re less poorly now aren’t you?’
Me: ‘Yes, how can you tell that?’
Rebecca: ‘Because you’re not being lazy and lying around all day’
Don’t you just love it!!! If I wasn’t so chuffed, I would have burst into tears!!!