Amelia has finally gotten well, but not before throwing up twice last night -- both times on her daddy. Jeff says he doesn't particularly want to be the "designated catcher." Of course, I don't mind. I figure it's Amelia's way of taking care of her very pregnant mommy.
The three-day shuffle to care for a sick child and still get in some work time while operating on very little sleep was a reaffirmation that day care is not an option for triplets unless they are exceedingly healthy. I'm just hoping that daddy will continue to serve as designated catcher for all of his children! (Hey, a girl can hope, can't she?!)
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