Just a word of warning, this journal is about me getting sick. I don't go into detail, but I do say just enough that if even the thought of sick makes you queasy then I recommend not reading this entry.
I'm alive. Barely, it seems, but alive.
I have survived my fight with a really nasty stomach virus. Wednesday morning we woke up to find that Tanner got sick all over his crib bed. That’s when it all began. We thought that he seemed okay and figured his dinner must not have sat well with him overnight as he didn't have a fever or a hard tummy, so we all got ready for the day as normal. About 10 minutes before we were set to leave for work and daycare Tanner proceeded to throw...