Grateful for a tantrum

How could I be grateful for a tantrum? I'll tell the long story...

Yesterday was rough. I woke up with an upset stomach, but being a mom life goes on, right? So I took my anti-nausea medicine and some Tylenol and went on with the day. We met GrandMary at the local pool to enjoy the beautiful day and I'm so grateful she was there because I was no help. It really hurt my stomach to eat or drink and I couldn't keep anything in once it went down. So, wonderful GrandMary swam with the kids while I took care of myself. When it was time to go C threw a fit about not wanting to put her shoes on and she screamed bloody murder the entire way home. I was about ready to fall over at naptime, so I threw the kids into bed and put myself to bed.

When the kids woke up from nap I literally could not get out of bed. I was horribly weak and light headed and my stomach hurt BAD. Being pregnant, I knew I probably needed to eat something so I scooted down the stairs on my rear end and got a bagel. Matt was on his way home shortly and I requested he pick up some Gatorade. I was in bad shape. I never thought about the fact that I was probably dehydrated, and looking back, I definitely was.

I didn't realize until much later in the day that in the morning when I thought I was taking my anti-nausea medicine that I actually took a muscle relaxant. CRAP! No wonder I was so out of it! I know I had a stomach bug, but that sure explains why I was so dizzy and weak! I think all of the flu-like symptoms were just compounded with taking the muscle relaxant.

So, the reason that I am grateful for C's tantrum on the way home is because there is NO WAY I should have been driving the car. Looking back, I honestly think it was her blood curdling screams that kept me awake enough to make it home safely. Thank-you C-bug for being irrational. :-)

Today I'm better. I was in bed from 1pm yesterday to 8am this morning. I feel like I have been hit by a truck, but being a mom, life goes on, right?