My back ached a little but I remained hunched over thinking how there are few things less pleasant than being splashed in the face by toilet water when you’re getting sick…
Unless it’s when you’re helping someone else get sick like I was…
Only a few days before I had one of those Mom premonitions that I had hoped wouldn’t come true.
The kind of thought that could have been based on previous experience, or knowing a run of good luck (and health) was bound to come to an end, or perhaps a sixth sense.
Make that a sick sense…
So as the Kindergartners went up one by one to receive their diplomas last Wednesday, and they said one little boy’s name with the mention that he tried to be there but puked in the office, I knew.
Our time was coming.
It had been coming.
We dodged it over Easter when family was sick.
We dodged it earlier this month when friends were sick.
Even with just one week of school left – or because there was just one week left – it was our turn.
Jake started with it graduation night, and so far all but my oldest son has had it. Oddly it seems to have impacted everyone differently, but my youngest has been the sickest.
Sunday I helped her as much as another person can help someone when they are sick, and I
slept laid on her floor that night and tried to get her to rest if not sleep. Almost as bad as her throwing up was the battle for liquids that began a few hours after the puking stopped.
Trying to explain to a tired, sick, thirsty three year old the need to start with tiny sips over a period of time and gradually working up to larger amounts of fluid at closer intervals was about as pleasant as spooning a honey badger, I imagine.
After about an hour she turned to me, hand on hip and declared, “Listen Lady, you better give me some more juice right now or I’m telling Dad!”
Although she’s still not eating (two days!), she is taking liquids well so I’m not too worried yet. Now that she’s free to drink as much as she wants, she’s not mad anymore either. In fact, she even made me feel appreciated for all the time I’ve spent with her the last few days, particularly in the bathroom. We had this conversation just a short while ago:
Her: You’re pretty good at wiping butts.
Me: Thanks, I’ve had a lot of practice.
Her: It shows. Nice work, Mom.
She’s also doing a better job resting, most of the time wanting to snuggle up with me. It’s hard not to enjoy the cuddle time even though she’s sick. She’s also asking for more hugs and extra kisses to make her feel better, and has been giving me extra kisses of gratitude too…
On my lips.
Never on my cheeks.
What’s wrong with my cheeks?!
Of course the infected toilet water probably already sealed my fate, so whatever makes her feel better for now. As for what makes me feel better, which I think I’ve mentioned before, is that I like to distract myself with made-up Mom games or songs when I’m up to my neck in “for reals motherhood” as I like to call it.
I’ve been singing this little ditty all day:
I know I’m not the only one doing this, right? Don’t leave me hanging here – how do you cope when you’re stressed? Don’t say wine either because my stomach is still way to sick for that (a clue I’m really not well). Leave me a comment and let me know! I need all the distraction I can get!