When Gabby woke up this morning, I noticed she wasn't "herself". She was grumpy, moaning and was very warm.

I picked her up, pressed my lips against her forehead and noticed she was running a high fever. I also noticed her eyes didn't look right.

I gave her some tylenol and poured her a glass of juice.

She started to throw up, but in the most calm way. She just coughed and the puke flowed out of her mouth. She didn't cry or get excited. It was so... weird.

And then? I panicked.

I am the biggest wimp and "overreactor" when it comes to my children getting sick.

"Meningitis!" I immediately thought. "MY DAUGHTER HAS MENINGITIS!"

I called my sister and told her that, and she laughed at me. "Only YOU would think meningitis."

I'm waiting for our doctor to call us back. His appointment schedule was filled for the day, but he's pretty good about fitting my kids in when they're sick, even if his schedule is full.

I know I overreact when my children are sick. I can't help it, I was born this way.

For Christmas, my aunt made everyone a cookbook with all of my grandmother's recipes in it. Inside the front cover, my grandma wrote a personalized letter to each person she was giving the cookbook to. Inside of my sister's book, there was a story that went a little something like this...

"I remember when you fell on time and you scraped your knee, your sister (that would be ME) saw the blood and started crying and said 'GRANDMA! WE NEED TO TAKE HER TO THE DOCTORS NOW!' But you said 'no, we don't need to go to the doctor's, we'll just pray'"

Oh, how we all laughed! "haha! I guess I've ALWAYS been that way, huh?"

The truth is, I was born "an overreactor". I'm That Mother at the park who will scream "OH MY GOD" when her child falls and ponders whether she should call 911 because they hit their head and THEY COULD HAVE A CONCUSSION. And then, there was the time I fell in my knees in the hall at the hospital begging Jesus not to let my sister die. My family will NEVER let me live that one down.

I am overly protective of those I love. That's just the way I am. I love deeply and I do not want anyone that I love to suffer or hurt OR TO DIE. I freak out because OH MY GOD, THEY COULD DIE!

I know Gabby isn't going to die, but I can't stop myself from freaking the hell out with worry because of the way she's acting because I? Am a little ceraazy.

But then, you already knew that.