This past Friday, I woke up sick so did Sofia. She woke up with a 102.1 temperature so, I called her doctor and they only had a 4:30pm appointment. So, I decided to work from home since I wasn't feeling well. The day got worse for both of us. I thought I was just getting a regular cold like the one I got early May, but no, it was the flu. By the time, John and I took Sofia to her appointment she was at 103.7 temperature and my body was aching but I kept going. By 7pm that evening, I was in bed shaking and cold with a temperature of 101.5 and getting worse. I called my OBGYN and he called in antibiotics. I started to cry because I didn't want to harm my baby with drugs or any of the sort but my sister reassured me that it was necessary or else I might end up in the hostpital or worse.
So, I spend my weekend in bed while John attended to both us. He cooked chicken soup for us. I know he was tired last night but didn't complain. I know he was worried for both us and I was worried for my babies. So, God Bless my husband.