On Saturday morning we hoped Eve would just forget about the whole knee thing. (Though she continued her refusal to walk all Friday evening at the M.E.S. Spring Swing.) Unfortunately, she hadn't forgotten and after waking up promptly informed she couldn't stand up in bed, nor could she walk. The crawling went on all morning! (Jay was beside himself with frustration at the over-dramatizing of his two-year-old, but started to believe something might really be wrong after a while.) Grammy and Grandad came by later in the morning with toys and encouraging words to urge Eve into walking, but she would only stubbornly stand or hop on one foot. Finally, Grammy said, "Eve, Grammy has to go, but if you will get up and walk to me right now I will take you to Dairy Queen." After a few moments of debate, Eve stood up and limped over to Grammy. So, Grammy, Grandad and Eve left for the DQ leaving Mommy and Daddy feeling like THE FOOLS.
On Sunday morning Eve woke up feeling bad with a high fever. We let it go for a few days, hoping it was just a virus that would run its course. (I desperately wanted to avoid the doctor's office and the risk of getting any other illnesses.) After three solid days of fever and once a chesty cough developed today, we decided it was time to go to the doctor. That's where we learned that Eve has THE FLU. Fortunately we are nearing the end of it. Unfortunately, pregnant women can't take any preventative medications. So, I am holding my breath hoping to remain well. Mom says that sometimes God spares mommies from getting illnesses that their children have. I pray He thinks of me this week!