back stabbed

I picked up a bartending shift last night, and half-way through I knew I was in trouble. I had that feeling in my lower back I've had so many times before that I knew would result in me being bed-ridden. Luckily I was able to finish up my shift and get home, but the second I stepped foot in the shower it was all over. I needed help getting out, and getting into bed. I woke up this morning and couldn't get up.

When this happens, I know it will take a few days to recover - which used to be just an annoying (and painful) pause in my life, but now is a close to impossible feat with a 20 lb. 7 month old who needs constant attention, and needs to be picked up, and put down, and nursed, and changed, and bounced, and bathed, and picked up again... (times 20).

So today I'm feeling extremely thankful to have family in my life who will drop anything to help me out in my time of need. Brian had important meetings today and couldn't stay home with us, and I couldn't have gotten through this day without my mother-in-law and sister, who took shifts watching our boy so I could take it easy in hopes my back will be better tomorrow.

Please send good back mojo my way! I need it. And this boy wants his mama to play with him again.