Days when your child is sick and (of course!) so are you, so you're feeling, as the Bajans say, "like bare shite", but you have absolutely no time to wallow in self-pity. Interestingly, after the pediatrician confirmed that my baby's hacking cough was the side effect of a cold and prescribed a combination of saline solution (for clearing his nasal passage) and lots of breastfeeding (for the antibodies and comfort), my son seems to be improving. I, on the other hand, who swore this was one cold I was not going to catch, have got progressively worse. I thought I'd cry with frustration last night thanks to the irritating combination of lack of sleep, cough and nasal congestion. I feel depleted. And that's obviously why I caught the damn cold in the first place. I'm run down.
But things change when you have a child. You can no longer be the child. My son has needs and I'm the one who has to meet them. My one consolation is that I seem to have got the worst of it; I'd hate for my son to feel as miserable as I do right now. (Although I wouldn't be surprised if he does feel as miserable, but outshines his mother when it comes to temperament!) Which of course is the great lesson in all this: Children live in the moment and this too shall pass.
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