Or weeks. Or months.
For the past two weeks, I've had a really bad cough, coupled with breathlessness (lack of oxygen), fatigue, and a slew of other minor aches. Today, I went to the doctor (after calling twice and visiting an instacare) and was diagnosed with walking pneumonia. He put me on an antibiotic and I'll keep using the inhaler I was given.
The problem is, my energy probably won't resume for another couple weeks.
With Mother's Day being during my bought of illness, I've felt like a bad mom. I can't really play with Milo for very long, taking him upstairs for nap time is a feat, his lunches have largely been baby puffs and graham crackers. But his cheesy smile and adorable giggle help me remember that I'm only doing my best and it won't be awful forever.
We went to Wyoming this past weekend and it was pretty fun! We got to visit some of Sean's family and meet our new little nephew, Sirius. Sean got to go with his dad and brother to Devil's Tower and we all mostly just hung out. It's always nice seeing some family and we'll get to see everyone all together for the first time in several years in July. We can't wait!
Anyway, I'm going to go see if I can sneak in a nap before Milo wakes up.
Love, Miss Ellen