Mommy is sick, baby is sick, toddler is sick, preschooler is sick. This house is a germ pool waiting to infest the body of anyone who dares walk into the house. Medicine, KIeenex, cough drops, anything to make some of the aching go away.
Everyone is so crabby and on edge. Both the older kids are fighting because one person wants to watch Spongebob while the other wants to watch Dora. Fighting over blankets and spots on the couch. I have no strength to yell or argue today..
A cough..."Cover your mouth please" A sneeze..."Please don't wipe your snot on the couch".
A cry..."Mama, hold me..I hurtin" Her ears again. Everytime this poor girl is sick it's her ears. I get angry. Angry because having the tubes put in didn't help the way it should have. Angry because I can't take away the pain she is feeling. Angry because exhaustion has overtaken her body, but she just wants to fight me. I carry her to the couch as she sobs and sobs. As I lay there with her I sush her to sleep and whisper softly in her ear. Within a few minutes she is giving in to sleep.
Back in the living room with baby, the crying continues. This tiny little girl is so miserable. Six weeks old and already dealing with her first bout of illness. As I nestle her into my chest, she struggles to get comfortable. I gently pat her back, hoping that she will close her heavy eyes.
The squeak of the rocking chair, her deep breathing, a Barney theme song, Peter Parker talking to Mary Jane. Everyone quiet. Everyone still. Mama drifts off to sleep............
.......and then the phone rings.
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