It is absolutely, positively, one of the worst things in the world when one of your babies is sick and you cannot do anything about it. It may be a close second to be a sick mama who cannot play with her children. I would take that any day over them being sick--but it is still no fun!
To make a long story short, what started out as I thought some shortness of breath and a bad headache turned into a debilitating episode in which I could not walk, I had trouble talking, and it was excruciating to open my eyes or move my head faster than a snail's pace. I ended up in the ER with a CT scan, lumbar puncture (which was not as bad as you'd think), and a diagnosis of viral meningitis. Plus a heaping tablespoon of acute sinusitis on the side, just for funsies.
Now if you know me, you know I don't really "do" sick very well. I just pretend like it's not there and push through.
Ain't nobody got time for that.
But this was not push through-able. In comparison to many hours of unmedicated labor with my second child, I'd put this right up there on the pain scale.
So needless to say I've been home recuperating for a couple of days. I've had some excellent nurses:
Dr. Amos kept checking on me. At one point he wanted his toy thermometer in my mouth constantly. He got upset when I would take it out. Ha!
This precious child keeps kissing me and hugging me and bringing me his most prized possessions to hold. "Here's Lightning McQueen and 'Mater, Mama. They'll make you feel better."
"Here's my bunny, mama. Hug him. He'll make you feel better."
"Here's a green gummy bear Mama. Green is your favorite color so I saved it for you."
Goodness gracious. Melt my heart.
Taylor has been great, getting home early and making sure I can lie down during the most physically demanding part of the day (suppertime, bathtime and bedtime). And Dad has manned the ship at the office and made sure I didn't have to worry about anything there.
I am thankful for good nurses, medicine, and for the many prayers that have been lifted for me.
This has been no fun, but has opened my eyes in the teensiest, most miniscule way to what it must be like for mamas who are really and truly sick, with illnesses like cancer or long term chronic issues. I know how hard it was for me to tell my little ones over and over that Mama couldn't play right now, or Mama couldn't get up to come and build this, or read that. And that was only for a couple of days. To have a continual battle with an illness when you have little ones must be an emotional burden of immense proportions. I am thankful to have had this brief little experience so that I can better care and pray for those I know who experience that kind of situation.