The past week has been a struggle. It seems to me that it would be difficult for any parent to care for a sick child. The child doesn’t feel well and is irritable and sad. It is inconvenient for moms to be sick. Moms do a lot in any household and being sick can be a struggle. So, I don’t see how it is really fair that any single mom should get sick. I really don’t think it is fair for a single mom and her toddler to be sick. Yet, this happened to me.
It started out on Saturday night with my son getting irritable and whining. He couldn’t decide what he wanted. Nothing was good enough. Nothing made him happy. I began to get frustrated with the indecisiveness and complaining.
Once he started to run a fever, I began to understand his recent complaints. He didn’t know what he wanted because he didn’t feel well. I gave him Tylenol and rocked him to sleep.
The next day, his nose was running and he was sneezing and coughing. No doubt about it, my son had a cold. I spent the day trying to offer him anything that I thought would make him feel better. He spent the day slapping things out of my hand and being hard to deal with. I guess that is just part of being a toddler and not knowing how to explain what you are feeling.
On Monday morning, everything was the same. My son still had a fever. His nose was pouring. He sounded very congested. I called the pediatrician and made an appointment for later in the day.
The trip to the doctor’s office was not fun. My son ran for the door as soon as I signed him in. He didn’t want to be there. I tried to explain that he needed to see his doctor and get some medicine to make him feel better. The explanation didn’t seem to do any good. He was not happy.
Luckily, “Spongebob Squarepants” was playing on the television in the office. Since that is my son’s favorite cartoon, he calmed down and watched it. We got through the visit and we got a prescription for cold medicine.
Over the next two days, my son’s condition improved. His medication worked well and he was able to rest. Resting seemed to have improved his mood. Everything seemed to be going well except that I started coughing and feeling bad.
It was on Wednesday evening that our situation deteriorated. My son was up and feeling better. He was back to playing with fire trucks that had noisy sirens and all of his other loud toys. Meanwhile, I had an excruciatingly painful headache.
The remainder of the week was just about the same. My son felt well and was playing and being his normal hyper self while I was miserable. It was one of those weeks that just seemed to last forever.
The up side finally came at the end of the week when I started feeling better. I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. We were going to get over being sick and get back to our normal lives soon. While we still have to fight the remnants of our virus, we are able to carry on with daily activities.
While it doesn’t seem fair that we got sick at the same time, my son and I have made it through the week. We are feeling better. Hopefully next week we will be back to normal.
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