Thankfully, I have a loving husband.
And a cousin to help.
And a very empathetic, understanding boy.... half the time. But half the time, of course, he was acting up for attention and interaction. Something I couldn't give him at all because I was really feeling feverish and woozy all the time. Everything I ate also upset me.
I felt so bad not even having the patience to read to him properly. But I know, deep in his heart, he has forgiven Mommy already.