Around 3 a.m. Christmas morning, my stomach flu took a turn for the worse. Mom came to my rescue and by 4 a.m., we were sitting in the ER at St. Joe's. Came home around 10 in the morning and slept till 1 p.m. Tried to eat, back to bed.
A few hours later, we tried to open Christmas gifts but it didn't go as planned. Never has Christmas felt less like Christmas in my life. Super Dad - aka Erik - stayed up while I tried to rest and played with Sadie and all her new goodies.
Although it wasn't the way we planned, it was our Christmas and as long as we were together that's all that mattered.