The day after her arrival, she insisted I stay in bed all day while she took the kids to lunch and out shopping.
After a few hours, I called Alexander to see how they were doing.
Ummmmm, not so good.
I knew something was up, but my Mom wouldn't let Alexander tell me.
Finally, my Mom got on the phone.
Natalie, I'm laying on the floor in the grocery store and am so sick, I can't get up.
I am going to call a policeman to drive the kids and I home.
I think it would be a great experience for the kids to know that policemen can help us.
Come again?
I told her NOT to call a policeman, but that I'd call Darren and he'd be there in a few minutes.
I call Darren.
No answer.
I text Darren.
No answer.
Again. And again. And again.
No Darren.
The Momma instinct in me had to go rescue my littles, even if I had to WALK to the store.
I got out of bed and donned some comfy clothes and a jacket.
{Being bra-less from the incisions, I couldn't let the girls roam free, thus the jacket.}
Did I mention it was unbelievably HOT that day? Like 113 unbelievably hot.
So I walked to the store and rescued my migraine-sick Mother and precious children.
I'm sure I was a sight, all hunched over, holding my side, sweating in a jacket on my trek to the store.
No police escort necessary.
Mom is fine.
Me? Still recovering. :)
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