It Takes a Village.

I've written a lot before about how blessed I am to have such a strong support system. Looking back over my old posts, I found one devoted solely to that topic, although I mention it all the time.

Funny how the last time I was compelled to write about my support system, I was in the exact same circumstance that I'm in now. I got a colonoscopy and stricture dilation yesterday--just like I had when I wrote about this last time--and I still don't feel like myself. I'm not sure why, but every time I have one of these I wind up with a high fever for at least 24 hours afterward. And somehow I always forget that; I wake up all, like, yay! It's over! And then, bam, I'm back in bed feeling worse than I did before.

It's like I said back then--what do mothers do who aren't as lucky as I am? Adelyn has so many incredible people behind her, so many people who are not only willing to spend the day with her but who relish the chance to. My parents watched her all day yesterday while Jason came with me to the hospital. When we got home and my fever started to set in, Jason's mom ran over to help me out while Jason picked up my prescription and dinner (I hadn't been able to eat in almost 48 hours at that point).

This morning, I got out of bed and promptly threw up three times in a row. Adelyn was strapped into her bouncy seat in the living room, watching the Today Show, while I sat in the bathroom. Jason came downstairs after getting out of the shower, saw this, and insisted that she spend the day with his mom.

And dear god, was that a good idea. Because the rest of the day was spent undulating between a 103 fever and vomiting, and as sweet as Adelyn is she doesn't quite have the patience for these sort of things yet.

It's days like today that make me look at our lives and wonder how the hell some women go it alone. Without insanely supportive partners, without the most gracious and loving grandparents and great grandparents, without aunts who buy hilarious onesies and people who fly across the country just to meet their friend's child.

I sound like a broken record, since I've written nearly an identical post surrounding a colonoscopy before. But it bears repeating. Jason and I--and mostly Adelyn--are so lucky to live the lives that we do. Stricture dilations every three months and all.

And thanks to my day of rest, I feel a lot better already.