W is still very sick—she’s been sleeping most of today, and I don’t blame her. She can’t keep anything down, and is so dehydrated that she is worried she may have issues pumping milk for YS. She’s also worried that if it gets much worse, that she may need to go to the ER for IV fluids, but hopefully it doesn’t get that far.
W texted me earlier this morning asking me for help with something—I was napping on the living room couch and didn’t see it until later after I woke up, but once I saw it I went to go check on her.
She’s asked me to do a couple of small ‘favors’ for her—change the trash bag in the trash can she threw up in, and to get her some ice. She also apologized for ‘stealing my quilt’ on our bed (I told her that that was okay). We’ve both been asking each other how the other is feeling. Been trying to help her where I can, but of course with no expectation that anything I do will change anything—just trying to treat her with love and compassion.
