It’s Different When Mom Gets Sick
by Gina Valley
It’s different when I get sick. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m the mom or because I’m the primary caregiver or because I have the bad timing to take ill when the planets are aligned funny. But, whatever the cause, it’s different. Definitely different.
When one of my pack gets sick, I take his temperature and bring him juice.
When one of my pack gets sick, I put a clean, extra soft blanket into the dryer to warm it up for her.
When I get sick, my 4 year old uses the dryer to heat up her grilled cheese sandwich.
When one of my pack gets sick, I bring her meals to her in bed on a tray.
When I get sick, my pack assumes it’s “starve a fever AND starve a cold.”
When one of my pack gets sick I give him a chilled bottle of water with a sports top so he can drink without spilling while lying down in bed.
When I get sick, my pack runs the garden hose through my bedroom window to my bed so they won’t have to come up the stairs.
When one of my pack is sick, I bring her books, art supplies, and a portable DVD player to help her stay entertained.
When I get sick, my pack brings me buttons to sew back onto jackets, laundry to smell-check for re-wearing, and quizzes me about where their cleats and library books are currently located to keep me entertained.
When one of my pack gets sick, I keep the house quiet so he can sleep.
When I get sick, my pack takes turns waking me up every 15 minutes so I will feel like I’m in the hospital.
When one of my pack gets sick, I walk her down the stairs when she is feeling good enough to be up and about.
When I get sick, my pack panics when I start to feel like being up and about and asks me to give them a 30 minute warning before I come down the stairs, presumably so they’ll have time to call in a bulldozer to help tidy up.
When one of my pack gets sick I know he’s done being sick when all the extra sleep and focused nutrition have filled him with renewed energy.
When I get sick, I declare myself done being sick when the sleep-deprivation and concern for the state of my kitchen push me too close to the edge of permanent insanity.
When one of my pack has been sick and announces she is well, I tell her that I am so glad she is well, but that I want her to rest a bit extra for the next few days to get her strength back up.
When I have been sick and announce I am well, my pack tells me they’re hungry, the toilet is backed up, and they need to finish a report, including a full color 3-D poster, about Koalas before school the next morning.
It’s just a bit different when I get sick.
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