I thought I would just share how stinking adorable my son is (of course I'm somewhat biased as his mom, but, ya know) So this morning, I'm laying in bed, still deathly ill (more to come with my diagnosis later) and literally feeling like my head is going to either explode or implode...neither of which sound bad at this point since that action may actually relieve some pressure in my face. Here comes my little bambino into my room, "Mommy mommy, you still sick?" in the most precious little angle voice. "You sick like daddy's eye?" (a few weeks back my husband had horrible pink eye) Yes baby, mommy is still very sick like daddy's eye. So he crawls up onto my bed, decides after my advising him getting close to my face will give him "the bug", and he lays smack in between my legs on his back. Now, adorable yes, comfortable, no. But who was I to tell him he couldn't snuggle?? I had my "sick robe" that my mom gave me (the same kind she always let us borrow from her when we were kids and home sick) and Liam kept saying over and over "Mommy it's really comfy, really comfy." He just laid down with me for about 5-10 minutes and smiled and kept telling me in great detail how comfy my legs and robe were for him. About 5 minutes later he said, "Mommy you feel better now?" as if his magical rolling around on my legs had cured me. He was then not to pleased when Daddy announced he had to get ready for school - "No I stay with mommy and play." Obviously, he didn't get to but man did that make me feel even worse than being just sick, shipping him off to daycare so I could rest and recuperate. Just add that to the list of parenting moves I will feel guilty about for the next 10 years...
Now, on to my illness. Double whammy, finally got into the doctor today. Have pretty nasty bronchitis and to top it off, the flu. So I got a shot and a prescription for an inhaler and left still feeling like I was knocking on death's door. Much to my chagrin, the doctor said most likely I will still be sick this weekend for Valentine's Day since we caught the flu so late (note to other moms, first 48 hours of flu is when the meds they prescribe are most effective just FYI) So still running a fever, going on day 4 and going strong, or weak, whichever I guess. Trying to be a good doctor mom for yourself isn't so easy - now I know why getting Liam or Jackson to drink fluids and eat when they are sick isn't such a simple task. I just don't even want to move for fear that I may sneeze, cough, wheeze, or move an eyelash let alone try and drink or eat anything. P.S. - if you've never been tested for flu, count yourself lucky. They shove what can only be described as a 6 inch long razor blade covered Q-tip into your nose so far I actually think she could have tested me for cataracts or checked for brain tumors. I've had to hold Liam down for a flu test before - now I understand the blood curdling screams he let out for all of the lobby to hear. As a 25 year old I scrunched my eyes as I tipped my head back thinking - this is it, this is the end. I'm going to die with a giant Q-tip in my nose. Childbirth was easier...
So, Lysol, Clorox wipe, Thieves, whatever your disinfectant of choice may be, use it and use it often. I even had a flu shot and still ended up with a nasty strain that is resistant. And the second you start getting sick, go to the doctor without delay.
