When Mommy is Sick...

When Mommy is sick, everything just falls apart.

I speak from experience.

Over the past month, I have been sick twice, both times for a week. And, let me tell you, it has totally stunk.

It’s bad enough to feel horrible, to be on antibiotic, to have to go to the doctor, and to have absolutely no will to leave the couch. It’s an entirely different matter to be all those things with a 4-month old in the house. He, frankly, does not care that his Mommy is sick as a dog. No, he still wants his bottle at 4 hours on the dot, his silly one-on-one play time, and his rocking before sleep, never mind that Mommy’s arms feel so weak that she fears she can’t support his sumo wrestler weight. It’s not that Alexander is inconsiderate. It’s just that, for this one moment of his life, it is perfectly acceptable for him to not think of anyone but himself.

So, I slogged my way through the week, praying he would take decent naps (he didn’t), hoping my sickness was all in my head (it wasn’t), and wishing that the feel-better-fairy would pay me a visit (she wouldn’t). Thankfully, my mom and dad were able to help a whole lot since my husband had a very busy week and couldn’t really cancel anything…we couldn’t have made it without them.

Even so…the laundry piled up, the junk didn’t get picked up, and I didn’t get to enjoy my boy quite as much as I wanted to last week, which is always hard since his babyhood is so fleeting.

I guess the other side of the “it’s okay for him to think only of himself” coin is “whatever happens right now he will not remember just so long as someone is meeting his eating, changing, and cuddling needs.” So, that’s something, anyway.

But I have absolutely no desire to be sick EVER again. Quite a change from my school days when a sick day was tantamount to a party.

It’s not much of a party, though, when the only guests are a sick mommy and a cranky 4-month old. Give me the daily grind.