DS12 had just been sick for the 3rd time. DH is on a night shift so MIL has come round as luckily for me she understands this bloody phobia.
I feel like I am about 3 seconds away from a panic attack which won't help anyone. Why can't I be normal and go and sit with my son like any other mother would. He is amazing and I am so proud of the way he is coping but I feel like a really shit parent.
It is DDs 4th bday tomorrow and all plans are going to have to change. I am also sat here working out who will catch it next and how long we may have before that happens.
Sorry for going on but I am struggling as you can probably tell.