Six days that have proved to be a little harder than we had anticipated.
Day two Sophia and daddy went to the park and library to get out of the house. I nestled up in bed with my new baby to spend every moment I could soaking her in. Memorizing her features, her little face, her tiny toes and hands. So fresh and so new. So beautiful.
They were gone longer than I had expected. But that was okay with me, there is hardly a moment of quiet around here and I'll take every moment I am offered.
Two hours later Mike rushed into the bedroom holding Sophia. Cradled over his shoulder, he said "She's hot." I instructed him to place her next to me on the bed, still holding Scarlett I scooped her up next to me to feel her little forehead. She said " my whore-head hurts," I couldn't help but laugh. And at that moment she got up on her knees, gave me the most pitiful look and vomited all over... EVERYTHING. The bed, me, I moved my legs that held Scarlett as far from her as possible and shouted for a trash can.
She'd had a glass of chocolate milk, some cereal and a cookie - and it covered our bedroom in an aroma you can only think of.
We took a bath together, which is something we used to enjoy when she was a toddler. No time for a walk down memory lane when you're holding a crying sick four year old.
With a fever of nearly 104 she left for the emergency room with Mike..
I stayed behind with Scarlett.
My heart broke.
For her, for me.
Wrenched with guilt, not going with her was a hard mommy decision to make.
The next two weeks were hard.
Sophia had strep throat and then a viral infection followed.
Being at home alone with two young girls, one of them extremely sick and contagious and one of them an infant- I wouldn't wish that on anyone.
Needless to say the first few weeks of Scarlett being home have been hard, harder than I had imagined. There weren't as many unicorns as I had planned for. But all in all, I'd say it has all been worth it.
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