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Tuesday, September 18, 2007
I'm sick today. Started getting sick last night as I wrote my entry for the carnival of breastfeeding, but it hit full force today.It's a Mango's Place day (pre-school), so despite feeling pretty nauseated and achy, I packed up the kids and headed south. I went to Panera Bread where I suddenly had the chills added to the fun, but I did manage to get a fair amount of work done.
Headed home, put Emmitt down for his nap, got overcome with sickness and went and threw up, then put Nora down for her nap. Passed out on the couch and actually managed to sleep for about two hours. (yay!)
Unfortunately, Elnora got up around 4pm. (She usually sleeps until 5ish.) Fortunately, she's developing some nice empathy.
She came in and looked at me and said "Ma's sick" while signing it. She looked sad.
I said "yes, Ma is sick."
She patted the pillow on the couch and said "Ma lay down."
I said "will that help me feel better?"
"Mmmm Hmm, yeah. Ma lay down."
I told her I was already leaning against the back of the couch (I was trying to work again) but I'd like it if she crawled up and sat down with me.
So she did. The she looked at me and said "Ma sick. Me rub tummy." (this is what we do when she doesn't feel well.)
Sure enough, she climbed up, leaned her head against me and rubbed my tummy for about ten minutes. Then she sort of patted me on the shoulder and went off to look at a book.
Emmitt actually slept for four hours.
They may leave me exhausted, but somehow, they seemed to know I needed a little bit of slack while sick.
Now if only my fever would come down. (I'm flying to Houston Friday morning.)
Labels: Life as a Mom
Awww...they can really blow you away with how nuturing they can be. Of course, you're setting a great example ;)
Feel better!
Stumbled across this post. Soooooo sweet.
Hope you're feeling better.
STOP! Just stop. When Husband gets home tonight, take your medicine of choice and climb into bed. Bring a book for pleasure or a journal to empty your head, but no work allowed. Go to bed, go directly to bed and do not leave until tomorrow morning at the earliest. If at all possible have Husband stay home tomorrow. You will not do yourself, your kids, your husband, your colleagues or your fellow travelers any good if you are sick when you board that plane on Friday.
It won't get it all done. But you will feel better which will ultimately lead to more productivity in the long run.
Been there done that baby, trust me the path back is rest and letting go :) Feel better soon.
LOL, you're too sweet Lee. :)
It's ok, I'm good now. Got Emmitt to bed at 9 last night, fell asleep on the couch at 9:30 and woke up at...4am.
Oh yeah...I slept 7 hours straight! 7 HOURS!!!
Emmitt didn't wake up up until 6:30. The kid actually slept through the night 9.5 hours. I was in utter shock and amazement.
As such, I got about 8 hours of sleep total and woke up feeling not quite like Superwoman, but the closest I've felt in a long while. :)
I'm so sorry that you're sick.
But I'm glad that Elnora and Emmitt are treating you well. You have a very sweet daughter. Good job raising her so well. ^_^
And yay for Emmitt sleeping through the night! It's so nice that your prayers were answered! Here's hoping that he keeps up this new (and WONDERFUL!) habit.
I hope that you feel better right away.
Similar thing happened to me Tuesday night. I wasn't as sick as you but had a nasty cold that wiped me out. Plus Catie got the cold and was up 2-5 times a night for the last few weeks. I had to keep moving after we got back from small group to be able to stay awake to feed her and get her ready for bed.
She fell asleep quickly and then I put her to bed. I passed out and didn't wake up until 6am! I usually wake up 2-3 times even without baby influence. I was still tired but a ton better than the day before. She slept until 7:30 or so before waking up. Bless her.
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