I have been pretty lucky so far to only have gotten really sick twice since Wyatt was born. One weekend I out of nowhere got the flu and was coughing and feverish and miserable, but it was over days that i was normally at work. So I was able to drop Wy off at the sitter, make a valiant effort to go to work then head home to nap for a few hours before picking the little monster up. The second time I was sick, we both got a weird little stomach bug for a day and that was it. We stayed home together resting and were both fine the next day.
This past Thursday I started to get a scratchy throat at work, but I had been on the phone a LONG time that day so I just chalked it up to talking too much. I woke up Friday feeling like I had been hit by a bus. But I still chugged through and went to work, taking with me a small pharmacy that included Chloraseptic spray, cold meds and a box of tea bags. When my boss walked by that morning he asked if he was going to find me passed out in my cube later. Impressively I made it through 9 of the 11 hours I was scheduled to be at work. But finally I hit a wall where I couldn't breathe and I just needed to go home before I really did pass out in my cube. I must have looked pretty sick cause my boss told me to get home and get some rest when I went to ask if I could sneak out early.
I fully expected to wake up feeling better on Saturday and be able to get back to work, instead I woke up feeling even worse and this time with a fever. So Wyatt and I stayed home. He was pretty good most of the day, but he's only 7 months old, he doesn't quite understand, please be good mommy doesn't feel well and wants to rest. There was one point that I was trying to change his diaper and he just wasn't having it and wanted to keep rolling over that I just lost it for a second and actually yelled at him. I felt so bad when I saw the startled confused look on his face. Poor kid didn't know what was going on!
Thankfully Gramma and Grandpa were able to come pick him up that evening and took him overnight and for most of Sunday. Which was a new adventure all on it's own. This was the first time Wyatt has been away from me over night. Yes, yes, I know he is apart from me for hours and hours every time I go to work. But I'm at work during those hours. I'm busy, I'm at my office. This time I was alone, tired and sick at home. I cried a lot after my dad and Lori left with him. I started crying before I even got back into the apartment. It was a hard night. But it was wonderful to have a night of sleep, to sleep until I woke up for the first time since I was pregnant. No crying in the middle of the night, no having to get up half asleep to change a diaper or make a bottle. It was wonderful. I was thrilled to get him back though. I have never been so happy, well at least not since the day he was born and I finally got to meet him and hold him and have him look up at me.
I'm learning that being sick when you are a parent means pretending you aren't sick and trying to get better under circumstances that would usually just mean you can expect to get sicker. I'm still exhausted today, but I came to work. I really need another day of rest and sleep but I'm not expecting it any time soon. And at this point I am just praying Wyatt stays well so I don't have to miss work because he's a little sickie too.
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