Babies still need mommy even when she is miserably sick. God bless you single mommies who battle on when you feel under the weather. I don’t know how you do it, but kudos to you. My husband wasn’t much of a helper, but he was a warm body for me to whine to and bring me drinks while I was down.
Now, I am a pretty healthy person. In fact, during my entire pregnancy with Shark Baby, I never missed a day of work for illness. I was lucky enough to avoid any sinus infection, flu, or other bug that plagued my office and home life.
But, after being back in the germ-filled petri dish that is my office less than three weeks, I have been knocked down for the count.
On Thursday evening, I came home from work and started playing with the boy. I felt great, but by the time I needed to put him into the bath and get him ready for bed that all changed. I was achy, cold and miserable. It felt like someone had stripped me of every ounce of energy I stored in my body.
I felt magically better on Friday so I went to work and felt fine. But, Saturday morning rolled around and it was obvious the sickness was still here. Shark Baby had no clue. In fact, he was more than happy to wake up early and be in a wonderful mood. This did help me “fake it ’til I make it” all day. Well, except for when I finally was able to take a nap and he woke up screaming for a boob. Not a bottle. A boob. Husband tried the bottle and failed miserably. He has the patience of a two-year old anyway so I knew that wouldn’t work.
I managed to get some decent sleep (between the times I had to wake up to nurse SB and then ask hubby to roll over from snoring like a wild animal). I woke up on Sunday not 100%, but I attempted to make it to church. On the drive to church, I changed my mind and drove on to Target to get some meds.
WELL…wouldn’t you know that Target would be the place that SB finally realizes I am sick and wants to tell me that he is whiny too. I checked his butt, dry diaper. I checked his head, no fever. I tried to nurse. Nope. No boob. Guess who didn’t have a bottle with her? Guess who forgot the tummy drops? Yep. Guess who had a meltdown in Target and had to leave in a bucket of tears? Yep. This mommy.
I ended up getting hubby to take me to the walk in clinic yesterday because I thought it had turned into strep throat. My mouth was coated in white dots and it hurt like heck to swallow.
The nurse said the test was negative. Yay! Glad I spent $35 to hear it was negative. I really wanted something to make me feel better. I guess it is just a virus that will have to run its course.
But, at least I did get some popsicles brought to me in bed by the hubby. And I woke up to a happy baby who wanted lots of cuddles and love. I think cuddles are really the best medicine. It does make any sick mommy feel better.