Last Thursday, Lboy woke up running a fever, was extremely congested, & just didn’t feel good all around.
He ran a fever Thursday-Saturday. On Sunday, we woke up with no fever & Todd & I thought that it was going to be smooth sailing from there. Apparently, we were wrong.
Around 11 am on Sunday morning, Lboy starting screaming. I mean, red in the face, tears streaming, & couldn’t catch his breath screaming. Nothing could calm him down! Finally, at 3, I took him for a drive. He screamed for about 10 minutes, passed out, & then woke up two hours later…and he was…you guessed it…screaming!
We put him to bed at 7 like we usually do & by 3 am he was awake…screaming…again. I got up with him, let Todd sleep since he had to be at work in four hours, grabbed my pillows, & a blanket. I turned on cartoons on Netflix, hit the couch, & just laid there in a zombie-like state.
Sometimes I would nod off & wouldn’t realize that an episode of Lboy’s fav cartoon ran out & he would throw a lego at my head (and they hit me square on the forehead every.single.time–who knew a toddler had aim?!) and would shout “UH-OH! UH-OH!” That was my cue to turn on a new episode.
After two and a half hours of having legos thrown at my head every 30 minutes, Lboy FINALLY passed out.
By 8:00 he was awake.
Needless to say we were at the doctor by 11 in the morning. But the doctor had no idea what was going on, but gave us an antibiotic just in case there was something he missed. The doctor was completely overwhelmed with the screaming & was trying to do whatever he could to ease Lboy’s obvious pain.
Yesterday, Lboy woke up on the mend, but Todd & I woke up sick.
Thus the reason there have been no posts from me (other than my feature on Monday) since Thursday.
Seeing your child sick breaks your heart into a million pieces. You physically ache for them & would give anything to be the one sick. It completely wears you out & it’s exhausting.
But, I think the hardest thing about being a parent is when you are the one sick.
Before becoming a mom I would just crawl into my bed, down some Nyquil & not resurface again until I was well. These days, I have someone who relies on me to feed him, dress him, change him, & play with him regardless of how I’m feeling.
Fortunately, I know it won’t last forever! But today, I really wish that quote up there wasn’t true.
I’m half way tempted to drive the 3 hours it takes to get to my mom’s house, because quite frankly, I may be 27, have a mortgage, a family, but I don’t feel well, and I want my mommy! [insert picture of me with a whiny face]