For such a happy time in our family (the birth of my new grandson) there have been an awful lot of tears and stress...
Let me back up to Christmas... we were careful because we were gathering with family members. Christmas eve was at my daughter's house, her family of 3, Don and I and my parents were there. Cooper had a blast. It was a great day. The next day was at my parent's house and my brother was there, but Abigail's husband had to work.
Well a couple of days later is when Covid finally caught up to my family.
My son in law got it at work on Christmas Day. Of course he didn't KNOW he got it until January 1st. That's when he got sick and went to the ER. Immediately the rest of the family went and tested. All clear.... until we weren't. The fact is by the time we tested we were exposed and it was just a matter of time until the symptoms hit.
My son in law quarantined at a friends' vacant house, my daughter cried a lot, her c-section was postponed, then finally my son in law was doing a little better and they went off the hospital on the 8th of January to have a baby. On the 9th my little Cooper who was two and half woke up with Covid symptoms. And that's when Grammy and Papa got sick. My grandson was feeling better on day 3 or 4. A few popsicles and he was all better.
Grammy and Papa however had more of a rough go of it. We got sick around the 11th and 12th of January and frankly yesterday was the first day since the 14th that I was fairly certain it was not going to kill me. There are not words to describe trying to get your breath and not being able to do so. Fortunately my parents and my baby brother didn't get it.
My little MJ will be three weeks old on Friday and I still haven't held him yet. Maybe in another week. Of course my first priority is protecting him. I do some facetime with both my little guys every single day. And today I'm going to share a sweet photo of the two of them with my AR family.
Hope you all are well. Did anyone miss me?
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