Being sick is no fun. You can avoid it as much as possible, but once you have children (or work with them), avoiding illness is nearly impossible. When Grace, my youngest, got sick last weekend with a stomach bug, I knew that someone else in our home would likely catch it. I figured it would be her older sister, Ginny.
It wasn’t. Ginny, thankfully, avoided the bug.
By Tuesday night, I was hopeful that it was just a random affliction that would move on to some other unsuspecting family.
I was wrong.
Wednesday morning, I woke knowing I was wrong. Grace passed her virus to someone else in our house.
Of course, what my daughter had was mild in comparison to what I had. I had all the typical signs of the stomach flu plus the chills, a low-grade fever, aches and pains, fatigue, and a headache. I had the miserable plague.
Okay. I know. It wasn’t the plague, but it felt like it. I spent the whole day in bed, only getting up to use the restroom. My husband, for good reason, avoided me, although offering support from afar. (Although, he did bring me more blankets when the chills got really bad and kept my liquids refreshed.) At one point I tried venturing into our living room, but realized the gravity of my mistake and headed back to my bed after only 20 minutes.
The next day was a bit better. While I was still ill, I was able to get up and even eat bland foods. However, most of my day was still spent in bed. I was exhausted and still had a low-grade fever to contend with. I found myself very grateful that my lovely husband took the day off work. I couldn’t imagine trying to parent when I was still sick.
Being a mom, though, means that no matter how sick you are, your children need you. Ginny understood what being sick meant. She was allowed to visit me two or three times and that seemed enough to satisfy her.
Grace did not understand in the least. She came to me to be nursed, but that was all. By the 2nd day of my plague, Grace made sure we all understood that she needed her Mommy. She missed me and needed my comfort.
After two days of virtual isolation, my lovely husband returned to work. My body was drained of energy from my illness, yet, I needed to be the primary parent; all day, by myself. While I managed, it wasn’t easy. The day was made more difficult because my girls missed me from the previous two days. And, in fact, the next day was rougher than the first because I was still exhausted from being sick and parenting the day before.
Nothing prepares you for parenting while ill. You just do it. You make mistakes, and if like me, may lose your patience, but you learn and hopefully improve the next time around (although you pray hard there is never a next time).
Today is the first day from getting sick that I finally feel like I’m getting healthy enough to deal with the world, or at least my toddlers.
Posts I Made This Week
Tuesday: My only post of the week was my recipe for Awesome Cheese Fries.
Blogs of the Week
I was so sick I didn’t read much of anything. Maybe next week.
I have recipes to post this last week and even a new recipe or two (my creation) to write-up for Sweet Saturday. I might even be writing a post about the Jayhawk love in my home as we get ready for NCAA Tournament time again.