This weekend, instead of a nice, relaxing, enjoyable Mother’s Day, we got…more illness.
Yup, the Noodle was sick. Again.
This time, he had what we think was croup. And now that we’ve been through that, I must say we’ve been really lucky with the kid’s illnesses up to now. Because what he (and by extension WE) went through this weekend was MISERABLE. Between the no sleeping, the horrible sounds coming from his chest, the plaintive wails, the congestion hindering his breathing, the clinging to us, the fever, and the freaking COUGH…we were all miserable.
The Noodle is, all things considered, a pretty upbeat kid when he’s sick. This weekend he was less upbeat. There was more curling up with us. There was some crying from the coughing. There was a tiny bit of delirium from sleeplessness. It was really sad and pitiful–and really hard to watch.
But being the parents, that’s what you do. You put aside the fact that you’re worried or that every rasping cough breaks your heart a little, and you do what you need to do to take care of your kid. You let yourself get covered in snot, you sleep with toddler elbows knocking you in the face, you sweat from the heat of fevered little bodies clinging to you. It’s one of the hardest parts of being a parent. But at the same time, it’s easy. Because you know you have to do it. So you do.
Even when it takes your relaxing Mother’s Day weekend and throws it into a whirlwind of no sleep and anxiety.