Looks like my prayer for help has been answered in the form of my wonderful husband. Shuie took the day off of school and has tended to Yonah all morning so I could sleep. He took Yonah to the doctor to get a throat culture (Shuie said he cried :(); so far the verdict is that it’s probably the onset of a flu (As for me, there was a stomach bug floating around MRC last week, so it’s probably found its way to my vulnerable tummy. Trust me, this is not just morning sickness). In the meantime, Shuie made a stopover at Anise to pick up liquid vitamin C, probiotic powder and two huge bottles of pomegranate juice. After he gave Yonah a probiotic cocktail and put him down for a nap he brought me a cup of Vitamin C and ordered me back to bed. All I can say is, Thank Gd.

This is a big lesson for me and one I have to learn over and over: It is okay to ask for help. For some reason, my brain automatically assumes that if I ask for help I am going to hear, “No”, so I just try to shoulder everything myself. I remember one time this past Spring when I was frantically trying to get Shabbat ready for everyone while tending to my mother and to Yonah. Time was running out and I had no idea what to do. “Don’t worry,” Mom said. “Someone always helps in the end”. She was right, as usual. At the last minute, my brother Aaron and his wife Stephanie swooped in to finish dinner to I could take a shower and Shuie grabbed Yonah to give him a bath. If I actually give people a chance to help me, they just might actually help me. If I don’t ask them to help me, I think we can reasonably assume that I’m not going to get help.

Now for some more sleep.