Exactly seven years ago today, I was one sick mama. And I mean that in the most literal sense.
Seven years ago, I was admitted to the hospital not knowing that I would stay there for twelve days.
Twelve days! Nobody stays in the hospital for twelve days anymore, especially not a mom with three young, terrified daughters at home and a husband who works 45 minutes from home who is suddenly thrust into the role of both Mom and Dad while trying to conceal his role as worried husband from those three young girls.
We were in a storm. . . .