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Sunday, October 30, 2011

When your kids are sick

Your heart beats faster in your chest and you wonder how you could have been so irresponsible as to let this happen.

You are suddenly willing to do so many things you weren't willing to do before, like fetch them things they could usually get themselves. Even if you know they are well enough to walk, you run around getting them everything they request, because suddenly you MUST do everything within your power to make things easier for them.

You sleep on the couch all night and let them make an elaborate bed on the floor, so you can be RIGHT THERE if they need you.

You wake up with a crick in your neck, which tortures you for days. So worth it.

You let them stay home from school and watch Qubo all day, just so they don't strain themselves.

You let them puke in your best mixing bowl, so they don't have to rely on getting to the toilet fast enough.

You listen to them talk about their diarrhea, even though you'd really rather not hear about such things. Maybe they'll say something important, and you'll know that they need to go to the doctor? Based on their description of their poop? I don't know. But you do it.

 "Mommy, my bum hurts!" suddenly is the saddest thing you've ever heard anyone say. Suddenly, you are bathing your six-year-old like he's a baby again.

Your heart breaks as they beg for food, saying, "But mommy, I'm HUNGRY!" You have to tell them no.

You realize that there's no reasonable way to explain the digestive process to a Kindergartener, which makes you feel like the meanest mom on Earth when you say, "No, you have to wait a few more hours before you can eat."

You spend an entire night, when you work the next morning, just stroking his forehead and checking for fever.

You kiss him, knowing you will be sick next week as a result, because there's just not another thing you can do for him. Which, as a mother, is unacceptable.


  1. A great blog post! You're so right. I love the bit about the best mixing bowl - I've done that when I needed to find something in a hurry!!

    I hope you don't mind, I've added this post to my Blog Promotions page because I enjoyed it so much.

    Found you via Bloggy Moms Oct Blog hop
    CJ xx

  2. Oh dear, I knew I was an unqualified mother! I just get peeved with my children when they're ill. I tell them to go to sleep and I get on with more elevating things, like the Boden catalogue.


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