Life on the Farm: Food Poisoning

Dan and I attended our first High Priest Group social. It was a nice potluck, short program, and they even provided child care. The company was great and it was fun getting to know our friends better. I even enjoyed the opportunity to get out of the house, it was also the first time putting on non-elastic waist band pants. It was an enjoyable night until we started heading home. Shortly before loading the kids in the car to come home I began feeling sick to my stomach. At first I chalked this up to sitting in a metal chair for 2 + hours and wearing regular pants - I must have just over done it. However, the closer we got to home the worse I felt. I went straight to my bed when we got home and laid there for an hour or two fighting the urge to puke. However, I eventually gave in - not a pleasant experience 3 weeks after a c-section. Didn't think much of it until several other people in attendance also became ill and we all came to the same conclusion - Food Poisoning. With several discussions we have been able to narrow it down to 2 dishes and realized that it mainly affected the women in attendance.

I was feeling better Sunday afternoon when my mom picked up my nieces. I felt even a little better after taking a nap, or at least that is what I told myself. Dan was leaving that afternoon and would be gone for the next 3 days. I had kids that needed to be looked after, I didn't have time to be sick, plus my stomach muscles couldn't take anymore. However, positive thinking will only get you so far. By that night I knew I was in trouble. When I woke up Monday morning and felt horrible, I texted my Mom to see if there was any trick to getting over it sooner. Sensing how terrible I felt or how desperate I was she let me know she'd be there as soon as she could. I was thinking that was crazy, I could get by - maybe I should just farm the older two out to friends, but deep down I knew I needed help with my newborn too. I was so relieved when she finally got here. She's amazing and a true lifesaver. Some how she was able to drop everything and come to my rescue. Thanks Mom!

Here is some proof that my kids were a little neglected until Grandma showed up. I found the following pictures on my camera.

A close up of Noah....