As usual, the sickness culminated from the Sonny Boy, considering his proclivity to hang out in places with an abundance of germs (school, playgrounds, and such), it’s never surprising when he is the first to sniff and cough (then sniff and cough, and sniff and cough some more). While I have grown accustom to the kid cold, something different was happening this time, he was nauseous. After the third delightful trip to the restroom I was in shock, the flu shot didn’t protect my little boy from that needling germ finding it’s way into his system.
I took care of Sonny Boy all day long, offering any comfort I could give to a little boy that was chained to the toilet, tears streaming down his little soft cheeks, and misery written across his face. Early in the evening, as I was washing and disinfecting anything that the Sonny Boy could have breathed in the direction of, I noticed I was feeling achy. I grabbed the thermometer and was astonished to see that I was now running a fever as well, panic sunk in, how was I going to take care of my Sonny Boy when I was sick too?
By bedtime, the Hubs had returned from work, into a house of his worst nightmare, coughing, blowing noses, and yes…vomiting. The poor man had worked all day and now was running up and down the stairs, carrying glasses of Gatorade, hot tea, and anything else one of us may have moaned at him as a request. This trend didn’t stop with sleep, no one was sleeping, the carpeting worn down by trips to the bathroom and between bedrooms, our house was alive with illness throughout the night.
When morning came, the Sonny Boy and I made our sick bed in the biggest bed of the house (the Hubs and mine), piling up blankets and pillows, settling down for the duration of the day. The anxious trips to the bathroom and back into the bed continued until after three in the afternoon, when finally the Sonny Boy decided that he would try to eat something. One of the best things we had heard in two days, if he was feeling well enough to eat, then he must be on the road to recovery.
There is nothing worse than watching your child suffer through illness, you are helpless to solve their pain and discomfort, the best you can do is let them know you are there for them (even if you are lying on the bathroom floor right next to them waiting for your turn to be sick). This Thursday I am Thankful that we made it through this double doosey bout of illness in our household, without a trip to the Doc’s and without too much mass destruction in our house. Now I can say that I have made it through the dreaded mother and son simultaneous sickness and survived to tell the tale, but I definitely do not need to do this again, seriously, never again.
|This is what the Hubs needed.|