We are just getting over our Fall Illness 2011. It was a rough one for me – as the mom. Two kids and I got sick. One kid escaped (although she’s suspiciously sniffly today) and Husband escaped. The two got bad coughs and fevers and stuffed up noses. I got a sore throat, stuffed up nose and general malaise. I love the word malaise.
The night I realized I was going to have to make The Decision, was the night SuperBoy was struggling to breathe. The gasping for air, the rasping breath, the crying for me to come sit with him…it’s all too much for a mom. So The Decision? Whether to take in my child for the $107 checkup to see if he needs medication or not. I am always afraid I’m going to make this choice and then be told, we can’t give him antibiotics, mom. (Like I’m some sort of antibiotic addicted mother who demands them at the first sneeze.) Or to be told, (as I once was) this child has strep – she’s been sick for two weeks, you say? Why didn’t you bring her in?
Anyway, I made The Decision, and sure enough, he had strep throat. We got the antibiotics and he was on his way to health.
Meanwhile, my own germaphobe reaction to sickness – constantly washing my hands, taking Airborne, taking vitamin C – did nothing to help me escape and down I cam with the illness. Although I’m feeling better, I’m still feeling like my brain is two miles behind everything else in the world and have had several awkward conversations where my brain just couldn’t catch up to what was going on and oh…it’s embarrassing. But, one day at a time, and here’s hoping we now get credit for Fall Illness and don’t have to suffer through Christmas Eve Sickness. We deserve that, right?
(This is SuperBoy and me during our sickness. We were going stir crazy. I bet you couldn’t tell.)