Whingari is improving rapidly. She never seemed as sick as Theo, though, probably do to vast quantities of breastmilk and the included antibodies.

Theo, well, he’s puny. His fever is not as high, but he’s just not his usual active, talkative self.

So, it’s another day of rest and recouperation.

Chris is fantastic, btw. He took Whingari from me at about 3:30 this morning so I could finally get some restful sleep. He’s probably at work yawning and trying to muddle through. Who says mamas are the only ones to make sacrifices?

Me, I’m not ill at all. I’m taking my vitamins, expressing my truths, and keeping very clear of my inner-barometer. Not always easy. Storms come in from unexpected places.