I never thought I'd wish pain upon myself. Then I became a MOM.
First, the gas they couldn't seem to push out. The teething of the sharp objects that help us eat poking through their sensitive, pink gums. The fevers. The coughs. The runny noses. The stomach virus that comes out both ends. It's even more fun when they can't talk yet. So you know it's not words coming out when they open their mouths, it's vomit. Vomit running down their shirt. Vomit that's being flung in the air as they wave their arms around, scared, not knowing what exactly is happening to them.
As a mom who's not afraid of puke, I wrap my arms around them, hug them tightly and automatically, they feel better. At least that's what I tell myself because I am now covered in what they ate just a few hours, no, a few MINUTES ago.
Thankfully, that's not what we've been dealing with in our house over the past few days. It's only been the fever, runny nose and coughing. But it's been constant runny nose and constant coughing. It's as if Lil Tank's nose is a faucet that never shuts off. She drinks so much water from all the coughing, visits to the potty are pretty much on the hour (as you know we just started potty training - read about how it's going here, here and here).
We first noticed something was wrong on Tuesday.
She started coughing, but not too bad... just yet. When I came home from work, she greeted me at the door as she usually does, with a big smile. I gave her a kiss on the forehead. It was HOT.
I said to my husband, "She has a fever." His response? "She does?" Ummm, you've been home all day with her and never noticed how hot she was. Oh sorry, that's just me thinking out loud.
He then came over to feel her forehead and then Monkey's as a comparison. "Yeah, I guess she does have a fever." You don't say.
Mommy-mode kicks in. I immediately go to the medicine cabinet and give her some fever reducer. I had no idea how long she had a temperature before I came home, but at least I knew with medicine, it would hopefully go down soon. It did.
Wednesday morning, I gave her a quick kiss good-bye as I headed out the door for an early work meeting.
When I returned home that night - about 12 hours later - I saw just how puffy her eyes looked, how red her cheeks were and how much snot was coming out of her nose. She obviously didn't look herself. But I had no idea how bad it was.
I was working late for an event I'm planning this weekend, so my husband stayed home to take care of the girls. He didn't mention it.
Maybe he didn't want to worry me because he knew how much work I had to get done. Or maybe it's because she was happy. At least she was when I came home, greeting me with a smile.
But my husband said she was bossy all day. Read about it here.
I think she was happy because Mommy was finally home. Just look at that puffy-faced toddler sporting a smile and Mommy's red necklace.
Even when she's sick, she knows how to make my day. But I would give anything - wish pain and suffering and illness upon myself - if it meant she would feel like her old self again. Healthy. Happy. And not bossy to Daddy.
How about you? Do you lie awake at night wishing pain upon yourself to take it away from your child? I think that's something Mothers feel, maybe Dads, too. But I'd love to know what you think.