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Being sick is hard enough, add a baby in there and it’s on a whole other level. I literally hadn’t been sick for years until Blake arrived, now I’ve been sick like five times in her short three months of life, the struggle is real. I’m not here to complain, I’ll get over it. Ha! I am here to laugh at myself though and share my latest sick story. I know all y’all Moms have been there before, so you’ll get it!
It all started Tuesday afternoon, I felt pretty sick when I woke up, but by the afternoon it was full blown stomach flu. Also, side note, you should know I’m literally the worst person ever to take care of when I’m really sick. I’m okay with a little cold, but when it’s the stomach flu and I’m really down for the count, I complain about everything, cry and whine. I sound like a real treat, huh? When Marcus got home that night I was a hot mess. I couldn’t eat anything, Blake desperately needed a diaper change and I was feeling like a failure and helpless. It took all of my energy to feed her. He stepped up though, big time. He took care of her, made me a bath and got everything in order. Seriously he was my Saving grace that night.
Well Wednesday rolled around and day two, even worse. So what did I do? Blake and I literally stayed in our pajamas the entire day and laid in bed. She was probably really confused because we’re usually running 100 miles an hour. I worked from bed and was Mom of the year and let her watch Paw Patrol all day 😉 After a long day and lots of cuddles I was so excited to see Marcus when he walked in the door. Blake and Puppy Howie were too since this Mama had been nothing but a bore all day. Whoops! Here’s where things get comical, now anyways, in the moment it was not at all funny. It was about 7 and Blake was getting pretty fussy. I was super tired and sick and well delusional. I was laughing at everything even though I felt awful and amidst the laughter a rage of hormones. Blake was in tears and I could not figure out why she wouldn’t just go to sleep! It was her bedtime, I knew she was tired. Then Marcus says, is she hungry? OH MY GOSH. Instant tears. This was the second time I had forgotten to feed her. This time literally only 3 hours has past, right on schedule, but it didn’t even click that she was probably crying because she was hungry. Failure Mom moment and I couldn’t help but cry, then cry more because that hurt all while trying to get her to latch. Sweet Marcus, oh bless his heart, was comforting us both and trying to help, but I was a hot mess.
Moral of the story, I don’t think Moms should be allowed to get sick. Nope. New rule and if someone could please inform whomever holds the keys to getting people sick, that would be great!
Here’s to Motherhood and the amazing gift that it truly is!
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