Post BMT +196
+196
We did make it about 11 pm last night. Today hasn’t quite gone as planned. Tate woke throwing up and it’s continued all day. Who knew an ice bucket doubles as a puke bucket. #alwayswashyouricebuckets!
I did get to see TJ and his house this morning and had lunch with Keira. Tim is getting to help TJ fix his car and we hope to bring dinner to Drew at work tonight. But poor Tate is miserable, sad and disappointed. No fever so far, which would automatically admit her here. We’re hoping this passes as a virus she picked up somewhere. Trying to find the silver lining, but wishing I would’ve listened to my gut.