I have had a rough week.
And so has my 3-year-old daughter. She has been under the weather since last Thursday night. Mild pneumonia, mild ear infection and wheezing cough. Poor sweet little thing, it has been a rocky road but she’s in great spirits. She’s on antibiotics now and on the road to recovery but it will probably take a week or so to hopefully get her back to her cheerful bubbly healthy self.
I know that she is the one who has been sick but I have come to realize this week that when a child is sick, it completely and totally wreaks havoc on Mom.
I can’t begin to calculate the amount of worry that mothers (and fathers) expend on fevers and vomiting and coughs and runny noses and watery eyes. It’s brutal. And that doesn’t even count the time spent on cleaning up carpets and sheets and clothes when the vomit doesn’t quite make it into the bathroom. Or the time spent awake at night with a coughing, sleep-deprived 3-year-old. And let’s not even get into the time spent in the waiting room at the doctor’s office or even the time spent waiting in line at the pharmacy. And be grateful I’m not going to go into the story about how after waiting 45 minutes at the pharmacy, I was sent to a second pharmacy to get something the first pharmacy didn’t have (did I mention all this waiting involved a sick 3-year-old who seriously lacks patience?) And I think I’ve come to realize that I seriously lack patience sometimes too. I can’t even begin to imagine what it is like for parents who face much more serious illnesses in their children. That’s a whole other story.
When I was a kid, my Mom used to frequently look to the heavens and say “Dame paciencia.” Which is Spanish for “Give me patience.” Now I totally understand that.
I had so many plans this week for things that needed to get done or even just my usual schedule of painting and blogging and working out and grocery shopping while the kids are at school. I am usually a go-go-go kind of person and my days are very scheduled. But when your baby gets sick, it all doesn’t matter. It all takes a back seat. I suppose sometimes the Universe has other plans for you. Sometimes that schedule just has to be interrupted and slowing down is the only option. I’ve had to call friends and ask for help picking up my son at school and I’ve had to ask my husband to come home early and bring home takeout for dinner. I’ve never been very good at admitting I can’t handle it all myself. I’ve learned a valuable lesson this week about perspective.
I had intended to write about something different today but since I have found myself all week looking to the heavens and saying “Give me patience” I figured that maybe this is something significant. As the saying goes, “Life is what happens when you’re making other plans.”
So our schedule will eventually get back to normal and all those projects that are lined up will just have to wait. I’m going to take a deep breath and just slow down and snuggle my little love bug back to health. But please give me patience.