Yesterday, we were all sitting around in our pajama’s, breathing through our mouths and fighting off fevers. Jaxon was the only one who didn’t seem to have a fever. He’s been rubbing our backs and putting blankets on us. He’s so kind-hearted.
I’m remembering those days when being home sick from school was kindof fun. My mom would make me toast, grilled cheese, and soup throughout the day. We would sit and watch tv together or look at old pictures. It was really a fun day with mom in my book, and I didn’t need to get up off the couch unless I needed to use the restroom.
Mom’s don’t generally get “sick days.” You still have to watch your children, and keep the household functioning to some extent. Saturday morning, as I thought I was feeling a little better, I was tempted to start cleaning, but Marty told me to rest. I was thankful that he urged me to do this, because it is really what I needed to do. As soon as I did perk up a little bit later, I threw in a load of laundry and got the dishes done. It’s hard to lay there when you know there is so much to be done. But, really the hardest part when you’re sick is holding your baby and bouncing them. My body aches and I can tell I’m running a fever. Standing up and walking or bouncing is the last thing I want to do. But, I have no choice, especially when my baby feels like I do, and just needs to be comforted and loved by his mom. I want him to feel loved, comforted, and nurtured in the same way that my mom made me feel. So, bouncing and hugging I will do, in spite of my discomfort.
This morning I am feeling better, and Carter’s fever seems to be gone. It should be a better day for us. Praying that Marty is feeling as well as we are today, but I have my suspicions that today is the day he might spike a fever. I will not be surprised if I see him walk through the door early today.
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