I am grateful to be here, to be home, and sick in my own bed. I am grateful, enormously grateful, for my awesome DH who held down the fort, cleaned up after vomiting kids, did nebulizer treatments every 4 hours for one kid, managed meds (amidst the protests of a three year old), and stayed supportive for me after sending me off by ambulance. He couldn't be with me at the hospital, but he managed everything and is somehow still healthy and smiling. I love him for many reasons, but knowing I can depend on him is something I never want to take for granted.