Day One: Child irritable today. How annoying.
Night One: Child wracked with fever. Shaking uncontrollably. Climbed into bed and held her all night long, with one hand on her forehead.
Day Two: Probably just a virus. Bought popsicles, Tylenol. Set kid up on couch with fresh pillows, stack of movies/games.
Day Three: Still sick, getting worse. Called/emailed every parent whose kid has been sick recently to compare symptoms. Starting to worry.
Day Four: Oh my God she must be dying. Lord help me. Doctor says fluids and rest. And if not better tomorrow, more tests.
Day Five: Sad/happy mix to find out she has something that can be treated with antibiotics! Ran red light going to pick up meds.
Day Six: Husband leaves on vacation.
Night Six/Day Seven/Night Seven Blur: Oh my God, she’s dying. This is it. She’s too lethargic, too feverish, too sick to eat or drink. Frantic praying/bargaining.
Day Eight: OK, fever finally down. Less dehydrated. Maybe she will get better.
Day Nine: Troops getting weary. For every meal she doesn’t eat, I eat double. Irritability high. Same with kid.
Day Ten: New prayer – Dear Lord please give me patience with this child.
Day Eleven: Seriously, give me patience.
Day Twelve: Still not well enough to return to school (kid). Despondent (me). Husband comes home. Says, “She doesn’t seem so bad to me.” Sleeps on couch.
Day Thirteen: Cranky and cross (both). Fever down, lungs healing, eating more. Well enough to play games. Endlessly. Dear Lord please punish the person who created The Game of Life.
Day Fourteen: Kid perky enough to be bored. Seriously consider changing my name from Mom to She Who Must Be Obeyed. Seriously, if I hear the word Mom one more time I’m gonna lose my shit.
Day Fifteen: Kid cleared to return to school! Tomorrow’s my day!!
Day Sixteen: Other kid sneezes and I jump, shell shocked. New prayer: Seriously?