First it was Little Man. He was was double dipped in fatigue, dragging himself from one place to another to sleep.
Flinging his feverish little body across the couch.
The bed. The floor.
Then it was Moxie-kins. Hot. Coughing in symphony with her brother.
Then I joined them. I hate being left out, after all.
It’s been rough, mothering two sick kids while sick myself. Oh, and hugely pregnant! I fumble for words to describe what it’s like for those of you that don’t have kids… and I just completely fail. The best I can come up with is that it’s sort of like you just want to dig a hole and crawl in and sleep forever but INSTEAD, you have to feed, bathe and care for two coughing, whining, sickly creatures that cling like velcro when your skin doesn’t want to be touched. Let’s not forget about the cherry to Sick Sundae: that creature inside you that is pummeling you and kicking your bladder and inner organs.
If I can’t quite handle the “loving” and “gently nurturing” part of “mothering” while sick very well, at least I try and maintain my composure to not snap and crack and give my kids memories that will lead them to one more therapy session when they are older.
Despite it all, we’ve had some glimmers of sun, sparks of happy.
We played outside.
First tomatoes of the season, oh joy!
Micah started feeling better and his exuberant delight made us all smile.
I got stung by a bee on my tongue in what has to be the most freakish accident in the natural known world. The last time I got stung by a bee? Was in my armpit, while I was riding a bike.
Mikey says I better guard my butt. I think he’s right.
I finally saw my OB again. It had been forever. She’s chill with me, once she realized we’re really on the same page and I’m not lying to her about wanting to have Boo in the hospital.
I like her a lot.
We scheduled a c-section for October 31st, his actual due date. I got the coveted 7am slot – woo-hoo! If he’s not born before then naturally, we’ll slice him out.
I’m excited to meet him. I wonder what he’ll be like, look like?
And in the meantime.
There is a push to get well, be well. Stay well.
So that really just means we are sleeping a lot right now. Getting our equilibrium back. Our mojo, our moxie. I don’t have anything particularly fun or inspirational or groovy-in-any-sort-of-way thing to add to this post now. But I’d love it if you shot back with something funny you heard/saw/said this week because nothing is better than a good laugh, right?
And I hope you and yours are well and stay well.
Over and out. Have a great weekend