This past Thursday was Remembrance Day in Canada (Veterans Day in the U.S.) and in my fair province, it is a stat holiday. The kids had the Friday off of school thanks to a Pro D day for the teachers and as such, I had a four-day weekend. I was going to get organized! And get so much stuff done!
Why I thought that things wouldn’t go south is beyond me. My optimism borders on delusion. It’s a gift. Or something.
Emily was had a horrible, no good, very bad day on Friday. There were green boogers and a nasty cough but she held it together in spite of her symptoms. And then The Night came.
Matthew took the first shift and I took the second shift. Our baby girl was boogering (It is SO a word) and coughing and telling us that her ear was hurting. See also: shrieking. When it was my shift to be with her I didn’t know what else to do other that have her sleep on my chest – it was like 2006 all over again. Her sinuses could drain and I could pretend that she was the wee baby that she once was. You know, aside from the fifty pounds that were making it hard for me to breathe.
Morning came and we slept in and she told me that she felt fine. I opted out of taking her to ballet because I’m kind of opposed to sharing The Plague and she spent over an hour outside enjoying the snow with her brothers.
And then. AND THEN.
Piercing screams and a trip to the clinic and piercing screams and (pink) antibiotics and piercing screams and snuggles on the couch and, well. My baby girl is not well.
(I’ve mentioned it elsewhere, but not here – Graham has an abscessed tooth and is on the same antibiotics as well as an antiseptic rinse. You should see our fridge right now.)
The weekend has not been at all what I had envisioned going in, but it is also in no way horrible. Being “forced” to just sit and wrap my arms around my kids (I had some stellar Nathan time, to boot) is something I will never complain about.
I mean, really? “Stuff” will wait.
The times that my kids will curl up on my lap and let me rub their back or run my hands through their hair will be gone before I know it. I’m just trying to soak it in while I can.
Oh goodness. I’m sorry! I hate when my kids are sick too, but the snuggles ARE pretty nice.
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Oh I know the earache shriek well, it kind of is like a knife in my heart.
Also? This is why you are a GREAT Mom!
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Ugh! I hope everyone feels better really soon.
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Wait, what? SNOW? Dude. I’m sorry.
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It’s like God wanted you all to slow down and soak in some YOU time. Sometimes it takes a big WHACK before we will listen, right?
I hope she is feeling better.
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