Monday, 22 November 2010
Thomas is sick. And I am trying to wait on him hand and foot. Be attentive to his every need. Listen to his complaints. To act as caring as possible.
Which is hard, because I am sick, too. Of course.
So we're subsisting on cough drops, tylenol, motrin, kool-aid, apple juice, water, popsicles, and TV. (No, I'm not giving my three-year-old cough drops. Calm down.)
It usually happens this way. Either mom infects kid or kid infects mom. Or, more likely in our family, Thomas and I are just sitting around, minding our own business, and Daddy brings it home from work ("Look honey, I brought you something! Streptococcus!").
So all night, when I would've liked to sleep, wake up and cough, sleep some more, wake up and cough and go potty, get a drink, and sleep some more, I couldn't. Instead I slept, woke up and coughed, got Thomas a drink, coughed some more, fixed Thomas' blanket, blew my nose, gave Thomas some medicine, coughed, went back to sleep for twenty-seven minutes, and woke up. And coughed.
I want my mommy.
Problem is, my baby wants his mommy.
That would be me.
This is one of those gems of mommyhood that you never hear about until it's too late. So I will suck it up and put my sickness aside for the sake of my child.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.*
* I am required by Mommy Code to say that. The truth is that I would love to have it some other way. Like, how about neither one of us is sick? Yeah. That way. That would be good.
How are you and your family doing this flu season?