That's right. Morning sickness. Oh, not me. Mercy. No....it's our daughter, Staci. Let me start this narrative a few weeks ago. Staci's husband is a pilot in the Air Force flying the C-17. He was deployed for a few months and since that left Staci at home with two boys (Daniel is three, John is a year and a half), we thought she might need some help. We decided to fly out for a few days.
Staci continued to show signs of fatigue. Finally she confessed to her mother that she was pregnant.
Life has been a blur since then and tonight Jane is packing for another trip to Seattle to help a daughter who is seriously ill with morning sickness that's lasting all day and trying to keep up with two busy boys.