I caved.

I am the non-medicine type. I'm the kind that when I get sick, I just hack it through - take no medicine, drink lots of water and sleep it off. (Maybe that's why I went through labor with no epidural.)

But then on Friday, after Thursday's 4-hour episode waiting in the ER to make sure baby was okay because his lips had turned greyish-blue from vomitting, I felt so sick myself - the headache, the cold chills and worst, the feeling of wanting to (but couldn't) throw up. Did I catch the baby's virus? Like my old self, I naturally wanted to just sleep it off and hope it would all go away. But with the baby crying and crawling all over you, sleep was not an option.

And so, I caved. Because medicine was not an option either.

I ended up spending the night at my parent's place, in my old room and BA took baby home. The first whole night off without the baby, and my mom took care of me. It felt good being someone else's daughter again.