marked the week in my planner: Spring Break! My husband had vacation
days, so we planned to go down to San Diego for much of the week.
Sand, surf, zoo. "I'm such a good mom for planning this fun and possibly educational trip," I thought to myself in secret. Our first family trip of the
It never happened.
We all got sick. It started that
first weekend with a toddler's mild sniffle. Soon I had a heaviness
in my head and a tickle in my throat. Next, my husband was coughing. We were hit by a viral bronchitis, and it wasn't fun. It was distressing.
I grieved the loss of our family trip, perhaps even in a clinical way. Despite the virus-induced haze, I remember moving through a dozen distinct stages of grief:
way we're sick. No, no no. We probably just caught a chill at the park. There
was a breeze after all. We'll be better in a few hours.
toddler's temperature spiked to 103. We're up most of the night. This
is really happening. Wait, I feel awful too. At least I can rely on my husband. Wait, he's sick too? We're all sick? Commence internal screaming.
The Late Night Supply Run
cover of night, you go to Target to buy more fever medicine, a
humidifier and plenty of tissues.
At least we're together. That's something. Right?
poor baby! She's obviously uncomfortable and the medicine only does so much.
I'm giving her lots of hugs and staying up with her. I'm taking
"daytime medicine" at night so that I don't sleep too heavily. As the fever lingers, we all make a trip to our family doctor.
All plans must be canceled. For me, that meant Spring Break! was spent shuffling
around the house, trying to keep a toddler happy, wiping
nose(s) and coaxing everyone to stay hydrated.
6. Irate Toddler Phase
The toddler has shifted from her sleepy-sick phase to the angry phase. She's had it with this runny nose and needs everyone to know.
Indignant Mom Phase
am I STILL supposed to take care of everyone when I'm sick too? I wish moms could take a sick day.
there anywhere we can go with a sick child but not risk exposing
others to the same fate? Nope. Quarantine continues. Actually, on our way to the doctor I gaze out from the car to see people walking down the sidewalk or eating outside cafes. I think I remember what that was like...
least we're together. That's something. Right?
how we used to get sick before we had kids? We could just plop down on the
couch with some orange juice and watch Netflix. Back when we didn't have to take
care of someone else while being sick? We had it so good back then.
I still need tissues, but significantly fewer than before.
On the Mend
are finally starting to feel better, huzzah! I still need tissues, but significantly fewer than before.
a new week and my husband's back at work. Our sick week is soon becoming a distant memory. Even though
we missed our family vacation, feeling healthy again is worth
celebrating, and something I won't take for granted anymore.