If you’re not in the mood for sappy, skip this post…
I keep telling myself this is what sick kids are supposed to look like, sleepy, flushed. Usually, Nora barely notices when she’s sick. Colds don’t really bring her down, they just give her green snot and a cough. This virus is different. She’s down for the count. She’s sleeping all the time and doesn’t want to eat much or talk. Right now, she’s laying next to me in bed, just kinda staring off into space. She appears hydrated. Her fever is gone. But she barely resembles my chattering little eating machine. It’s depressing.
The plan for today was for Ben to stay home with her. I took the bus to work and halfway there got a call from Nora, she was crying for me. I knew I wasn’t going to make it through the day. I got to work, went to a few meetings and asked Ben to come and pick me up. I’ve always been the one to stay home with her and it feels wrong to change the game on her when she’s sicker than usual. And I missed her. We all just want to be together.
I cannot imagine the pain of parenting a seriously ill child. We are so blessed to have a healthy, bright little girl. I would do anything to keep her healthy and safe, forever.
Signing off, the little patient is asking for yogurt — a good sign.