I thought the worst had happened last night. My wife was up most of the night, and every 30 minutes or so I went and emptied the sick bowl or wet her flannel for her. Today she was still feeling terrible but on top of that my sons sickness and diarrhea decided to make a reappearance. So today has been spent almost entirely at home, aside from a Lucozade run and a trip to the Drs.
I feel like a modern day, male, Florence Nightingale. Hopefully my wife will be well enough tomorrow to be able to look after our son, as I am back at work.
Thanks for reading
Adam Edward Grant
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