Friday Drewman got sick. Although there’s nothing worse than seeing your little baby so helpless and sick, it’s also kinda nice to have the busy little bugger want to snuggle with his mommy. So needless to say, I indulged. I held him as much as he would let me. I kissed him every time he wanted a kiss, and even sometimes when he didn’t. Of course I did all the things moms should do with a sick baby…take him to the doctor, give him special foods to help his throat, rub his head, etc. I made sure my innocent little baby did not suffer anymore than he already was. Just as he was starting to get back to normal, I noticed that my throat was starting to feel scratchy. Coincidentally I had a headache too, but it was probably a fluke thing. And before I knew it my fever was through the roof and I was unable to get my body out of bed. I was grateful to Adam for taking care of Drew while I was out of commission but who takes care of me?! As a grown up, you have to learn to take care of yourself even if you don’t want to. Of course my parents were more than willing to help where they could but it’s just not the same as when you were little. I made myself liquid jello like my mom used to do when I was sick but this time it was grainy and didn’t taste the same. I put a washcloth on my head but it didn’t really help without someone rubbing my head intermittently. At what age do you stop wanting your mom when you are sick? At what age do you feel like a grown up? I have all the things that go with being a grown up; a husband, child, mortgage, etc. None of those things, those gradual steps, have made me feel grown up. If those haven’t, then what will?
And for the record, I’m not back to normal yet but I’m on the road to recovery and Drew is back to himself. And I can’t help but think it’s because his mom did a good job taking care of him which means my mom did a good job of taking care of me too 🙂