Rough Week

I've been a germophobe for many months trying to avoid catching anything while I was pregnant because I felt horrid enough as it was, then desperately trying to keep John for being sick. Unfortunately, the bug came to us. Grant started feeling bad last Sunday, and by Monday was in pretty rough shape. Sam sat and cried for nearly an hour on Tuesday, and just wanted to sit in my lap... without the baby, of course. Wednesday, John ran a fever, and we made a middle of the night trip to the emergency room. (Thankfully, I mis-calculated my temperature reading adding two points, instead of one.) By Thursday, I knew I was losing the battle - regardless of my Zicam, vitamin C and raw garlic regime - and it hit me full force yesterday. John is still very stuffy, and I'm doing my best to keep him clear and comfortable to hopefully ward off any complications. I think this picture below says it all. Sam fell asleep standing up the other evening when I ran in to grab groceries.