Life Doesn’t Stop for Sick Moms, But It Really Should

The personal content as been a little light around here lately, and I apologize for that.  I was sick earlier this week and I just can’t seem to shake it.  I’ve been saving all my energy for my few hours with the girls every night, and that doesn’t leave a ton of time to write about personal stuff.  Don’t worry, I have tons of new content on the way!

Sunday night after dinner I started to feel queasy.  I decided to post my ribbon wreath saga and go to bed, thinking I could probably just sleep it off.  Oh how wrong I was.  What followed was a hellish night, and while I’ll spare you the details, just know that it was rough.

The next morning, Hazeline woke up extra early, but I was able to get her back to sleep after her bottle.  We slept in bed until Greenleigh woke up.  As I lay in bed I wondered how I was going to get the girls ready.  My body ached, I’m pretty sure I had a fever, and it’s save to say that there wasn’t a drop of food left in my body.  The thought of getting Greenleigh up and out of bed made me want to cry.  I couldn’t do it.  I just couldn’t.  I wondered how long Greenleigh would happily play in her room until I had to go and get her.  I lay there in agony at the mere thought of getting up and out of bed.  I contemplated calling one of their daycare teachers (who also babysits for us) to come and pick the girls up on their way into work because I was dizzy and questioned my ability to drive.  Normally, Erajh would help me in these types of situations, but it turns out this week has been one of his busiest ever, which means he had left at least an hour before.  I was on my own.

Hazeline then startled, waking herself up.  That was it – the day had begun.  I had to do this.  I could do this…Maybe?

I prioritized and got Hazeline ready first.  I sat on the floor in her bedroom while I got her ready, because sitting was easier than standing (apparently I had pulled every muscle in my back the night before).  I then decided to go and get Greenleigh.  Lifting her out of her bed nearly killed me, but once we got to the bathroom I was able to sit on the floor yet again.  As I sat there on the bathroom floor, praying that I wouldn’t dry heave yet again, I gathered every bit of strength I had and got Greenleigh into her clothes.  Her hair looked…interesting that day.

I worked my hardest to get the girls out the door and kept focused on the light at the end of the tunnel – Daycare.  My kids would be gone all day at daycare if I could just get them there.  This was one of those times where being a working mom actually worked to my benefit.  I do get sick days.  I can send them to daycare and go home and sleep all day (after calling in to work, of course).  I was not qualified to take care of my children that day.  Hell, I was barely conscious for most of that day.

So while I often complain about the things I miss out on because I work, i.e. playdates during the week, baby milestones, etc., this was one of those times when I was so glad thrilled that I could send my kids to that petri dish known as daycare.

Stay at home moms, I have no idea how you do it.