I broke my 22 year streak during Christmas 2008. Was it horrible? Yes, but I have to say that the actual v* was the least of my concerns. I was 8 months pregnant at the time and I started to have preterm labour and my baby's heartrate was crazy because of my fever. That was infinitely more important. That experience really put things into perspective for me. V* is horrible and disgusting and I had the worst anxiety attack, but the fact of the matter is I survived and I'm still here.
This is the way I'm choosing to try to think about the situation when my 21 month old gets his first sv*. I'm horrified every day, but I'm trying not to let it define me. I'm really afraid, but I know that he will need me and it can't last forever. Even if my husband and I get it too, it will be over in a few days. I will get past it and go on with my life.

There isn't one of us that wouldn't survive!