on sick children

I'm only dropping in. I've been on a trip. I didn't go anywhere but it is as if I was lost in a sea of 6 day fevers, tissues, Popsicles,vomit, juice boxes, hacking coughs, black eyes,sticky purple Motrin..."No, not the red medicine mommy, please, NO!"

On this voyage I  became reacquainted with 2 am, 3 am, and 4 am wakings.  I worried too much. I nursed the littlest one for days on end. Yesterday was the first time in well over a week that someone's partially digested food was not on my skin, on my clothes, or in my hair. Ahhh, the things we take for granted.

no sleep=no patience=scowling mama

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And then I pause in between the scowling and vomit and thoughts that parenthood is SO hard sometimes. And I think about the mothers and fathers trying to care for their children in far worse circumstances than mine. I think about the parents who cannot find food , shelter and clean water and the parents whose children are chronically ill.

I am humbled. 

Comments

[Andi]

I feel your frustration and sleeplessness with your sick child marathon! Your insight on families that deal with greater issues and chronic illness is something that I feel too and keeps me grounded when all I want to do is scream, pull out my hair and hide under the covers for a day or two. And PS I love your self portraits. I used to play with photos all the time but haven't in a while. I love your work! That is all I have for now...this is my first official post that didn't invlove my car. ;)