It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

Wow, what a week. We started the week out well, and felt like we were finally getting into a rhythm with errands and chores and basic life stuff. On Tuesday Maeve and I had a lot of fun, but she was sleepy and I knew something was up when she started throwing up while we were playing outside. She threw up again before bed and started having some terribly watery poop that her diapers were unfortunately unable to contain. It was pretty gross. I happily took Finn to spend the evening with the girls playing Bunco and left Zar to watch our sick little one. We set up Finn's crib on Tuesday night and all went to sleep somewhat happily. I, however had a restless night and woke up Wednesday with a severe case of Mastitis. I felt like I had the flu, complete with aches, fever and nausea. Fortunately I had scheduled a babysitter already so Catherine came to my rescue and I was able to get some rest. Once I checked my fever and it was up to 102 degrees, I called the doctor and she prescribed some antibiotics. Maeve continued to have terrible diapers, but fortunately didn't have any more vomiting. The medicine helped me a bit, but Thursday was a very rough day for me because I was soooo tired and in pain. We managed to get through it by watching a lot of TV. Maeve still wasn't eating or drinking much at this point, but she was in good spirits. On Thursday night I woke up and started vomiting and was up all night..sick as a dog. I was able to keep nursing Finn, but Zar thawed some milk for him around 4 am so that I could finally get some rest. Zar called into work on Friday morning because he knew I needed his help at this point to take care of myself and Maeve. At this point things were looking up, but they actually took a turn for the worst once Zar got hit by this terrible flu and the couldn't leave the bathroom for the better part of the day.

We both kept saying that we had never felt worse in our lives and were counting the minutes until Maeve went to bed. We could barely function well enough to take care of ourselves much less a wild two year old and a one month old. But, we survived. Phew. Let's not do that again.