For weeks on end this house has been mired in THE SICK.
This cold has left hubby and I coughing like a 3-pack a day bingo player and sniffing and snorting like a club girl on a Saturday night. Now this isn’t the kind of sick that elicits pity, concern or get well cards. I can’t martyr or complain…it’s not cancer nor ebola. It is a winter cold.
It’s the kind of sick that leaves people taking a step or two back from you at work. I have even taken a couple of sick days and I just go back to work feeling the same way. I’ve sat in my office just wanting to go home and sleep and be well. I don’t want to be the person who has to take time off for a miserable cold, but that leaves me to be the person everyone fears will lick their keyboards out of spite.
And now 2+ weeks on, I feel it slowly creeping into my ears–which feels extra awesome as I deal with the regular coughing fits. But I am a grown-up and I can cope, so can hubby. It’s our littles who have had to deal with their mini versions of the sick that I feel bad for.
Our smallest had the sick the same time she was teething molars AND hitting some developmental milestones. So our sweet girl, who has slept through the night since she was 4 months old, struggled with sleep for days (and nights) and I couldn’t do much more than snuggle and make sure the humidifier was topped up. We all wanted to make her better; despite the number of times her big sister (by only 8 months) brought her her Hello Kitty or patted her on the back or generally tried to make her little sister feel better, our baby was just miserable for a very long week.
Our son also showed a level of compassion that melted my heart. On one of my sick days he said to my hubby, “Dad- Mom is sick and she needs lots of rest. And healthy food. Oh, and make sure she gets hugs!” Love that kid.
So while I throw a self-pity party about having the world’s longest lasting snot-fest, I rejoice in discovering a level of compassion in these small people who live with hubby and I. I am not sure where they picked up those beautiful bits of kindness (I hope from me, though not likely), I hope those nice seeds continue to bloom as they grow. No one wants to be the parent who raises a bunch of assholes….say YAY for compassion (and BOO URNS on the sick).