It's been quite a week. Harry and Molly both had a stomach bug (caught at a kids party they had been at on Sunday - so far there have been around 20 cases of gastroentinitis) Harry was worse than Molly in that he was up every hour between 10.30pm and 5am Monday into Tuesday. Molly was sick once and seemed to bounce back pretty fast. Then on Wednesday night, it was my turn. Woke at 1.30am with my heart racing and that horrible feeling...by 7am I felt like I had been in a fight and come off worst. Spent yesterday sleeping on and off, aching all over and generally feeling pretty terrible...
The worst part is that today is the day that Molly goes into hospital to get her grommets fitted and I can't be there now. We spoke to a nurse on the ward yesterday who said that because I would still be contagious up to 48 hours after the last time I was sick - so 7am tomorrow - I would have to stay away.
I know it's only a minor op and she'll more than likely be home in the afternoon but the thought of waving her off this morning is heartbreaking. Paul will be there of course and will keep in touch to let me know what's happening but I can't believe I won't be there.
So, please think good thoughts at around 11am and fingers crossed all goes well. xx