I’m sorry. I’m sorry for every time I yelled, every time out. I’m sorry for every frustration I’ve felt as a result of your actions. I’m so sorry you’re not feeling well.
My toddler never gets sick. Maybe once a year but when he does, it kicks my ass. I knew he had a cold yesterday but didn’t think too much of it. Nice warm bath, some Benadryl for his nose and off to bed a little early.
My husband put him to bed last night and after 2 hours in his room he emerged exhausted. I assumed he fell asleep but he said Jake was still awake in his room. About an hour later, Jake comes out crying saying he has to pee. Ry takes him to the bathroom then back to his room. Another hour goes by and again Ryan comes out saying Jake’s awake and won’t fall asleep.
It’s now midnight and I hear movement in the hall. Ryan gets up to check and there’s Jake wandering around in the dark. Again, he has to pee. I ask Ryan to bring him to me, I know he’ll wake occasionally to cause trouble but he seemed to out of it.
Ryan brought him to me and he was on fire. His entire body was hot. I can’t recall a single day in 3 1/2 years that he had a fever. Suddenly, I go from mildly annoyed mom to completely terrified mommy. I give Jake Children’s Tylenol and tell Ryan I’m sleeping with him in his bed (it’s queen size, room for 2). Ryan’s going to remain in our room in case Joshua wakes up.
Back in Jake’s room, he’s stuffy and burning up. He tells me he’s cold and I cover him up with every cover I can find. Throughout the night, he wakes and talks to me but he doesn’t make any sense. He calls me dad and can’t remember anything he said when I ask him to repeat it.
I’m sure there are things I should have done differently. I didn’t take his temperature, I didn’t call a doctor. I just gave him Tylenol and held him all night. At 7:40 the following morning, my husband brings Josh in the room to tell us he has to go to work. It figures that Josh chose that night to sleep through for the first time. I am now convinced about my “We’re All Connected” post. Every time I think about a child, he wakes. With my mind on Jake all night I didn’t give Josh a thought and for the first time he sleeps.
So it’s morning, Jake’s still warm. He’s still stuffy. I’m giving him Apple Juice, warm tea with honey and toast. He’s cozy on the couch watching Franklin and playing with my hair. He just told me that’s all he wants to do. He said, “I love you mom. I just wanna lay here and play with your hair like this all day”. Joshua is in his Jumperoo and his nose is starting to run, I brace myself for a long, messy, exhausting day and pray my children get well soon.