Home, Sick
We’re on day three of sick and I’m moping around the house in my pajama pants and tee-shirt, hair pulled back in haphazard pony-tail situation, rubber-banded with the stretched out elastic from a deceased shower cap.
I look like a bag lady. I feel like someone is kicking me in the face and squashing my heart. I haven’t slept in two days but that’s not why. I hate that my baby is in pain and I wonder how mothers of chronically ill kids deal.
Archer’s fever peaked at 103.7. That was yesterday so at least the worst is behind us. I may bitch and moan about how difficult it is to raise a toddler but chasing Archer around the neighborhood like a maniac is nothing compared to lying on the couch, rubbing his little back and singing “the ants go marching one by one…” for two days.
Last night he cried “mama” for hours, pulling my arms around his waist, burrowing into my chest and there was nothing I could do.
And that sucks. Worse than poop for presents and tantrums in the street. That stuff is easy breezy compared to watching Archer writhe in discomfort. Now that’s torture.
And so I sit, with my computer in my lap and Archer curled up at my elbow with his red blankie and his binky and his red cheeks, hoping with all my might that the fever will pass soon so we can go back to the usual toddler shenanigans.
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aw, I hope he gets better soon. My son was born premature, and he was in and out of doctors offices and hospitals for his entire first year. it was pretty tough. You are absolutely right though, I really don’t know how parents of terminally ill kids do it.
oh no. that really sucks. I just went through the same thing with my son. he had a really bad cold/chest infection for over a week and I didn’t sleep and got sick. the 104 fever really makes you nervous. their little bodies seem so fragile and there’s only so much you can do to make them feel better. I hope he gets better soon.
awww the other day my 3 yr. old was itchy and crying “help me.” she doesn’t even have eczema. i don’t know what the deal was but she was really itchy. and all my scratching, bathing and applying of lotion could not help. it’s heart breaking. how many times i’ve wished i could suck it out of her and into me like The Green Mile. i feel for ya.
There’s just nothing worse than a sick kid. Q just got over her fever — Drew now has it. It’s making me NUTs.
I feel your pain. Hope the rosy cheeks subside soon.
Rosy cheecks, blanky, binky, burrowing, yep. We’ve got it too. Day 4. Hope he’s up and in trouble by the time you read this..
awww… poor kid. hope you both feel better soon. you could try a popsicle? probably ten steps ahead of me, but that’s all i got. good luck.
I got so stir crazy the last time my son the G-man was sick, a prisoner on the couch….