If I were superstitious, I’d say I must shut down my site. Since I began rewriting, I threw out my back, I got swamped with work, David got a stuffy nose, I got a sinus infection, I got a fever, David lost his voice, and David got an ear infection. All in a month’s work.
One of the reasons, among many many, that I wanted to nurse is because it’s known that babies who are nursed get sick less often. David made it to eight months without any sickness at all. And then he got a stuffy nose. Everyone told me it was teeth. Well, two weeks passed, and still stuffy nose, still drooling, but no teeth. Then he woke up with no voice. When he cried, all we could hear were tiny squeals. That was so sad, but not even nearly as sad as the small, tiny laughs that came out without a sound.
We went to the doctor a week into the stuffy nose but there was nothing else wrong. So, after a week, when he lost his voice, I wanted to take him back to the doctor and Jake thought I was insane. But I dragged him anyway. Which is when I found out David had an ear infection. And the doctor said it wouldn’t have gone away on its own and I was wise to bring him in now while it’s still mild. Yey for maternal instinct.
Being sick and having a sick baby means everything else goes to shits. Nothing gets done. Mommy feels sorry for herself and she feels sorry for her little boy who’s getting sick for the first time. So now that we’re both feeling better, I’ve been trying to play catchup. I have six shoots in the next six weeks. My parents are coming to town next week for three weeks. I just deleted 4893 spam emails from my work account. I have fifty-seven personal emails to respond to and not the kind that take one or two minutes. The kind where you want to take the time and write a long response to and thus you keep putting off. I have to clean up my house and get it ready for my parents’ arrival. Not to mention, I might have to move in two months and thus look for a new place to live, pack up all of our crap and move and unpack all the crap. Just thinking about it all makes me want to burst into tears.
So that’s my excuse for “coming back” and then disappearing almost right away. How did I do?
Ouch!
If I lived around the corner, I’d come help but I don’t, I live on the other side of the continent.
I don’t even have words of encouragement. Well, maybe I do. I’ll repeat to you what I heard the first time Dave got sick — It’ll be over by his Bar Mitzvah!
That is one hellish month 🙁 I’m so sorry things have been rough for you and David. May you both be fit and fine really soon. Things will seem a whole lot better when you’re healthier. And don’t worry about the coming months… try taking it day by day.
Moving is hellish. With or without a child, more so with. My heart goes out to you. As your previous commentator said, one day at a time. Keep those quiet, private moments with you and David sacred. He will adapt to the situation as long as you can. He’s growing up so don’t be afraid to “expect” a little more from him. He will amaze you.
Being sick with a sick kid is the worst. I remember fondly the days when I could get sick and have someone look after me. Nowadays, everyone’s sick at the same time.
I hope your folks are the helpful, low-maintenance type.
I fear I am intruding by writing here but I see no other place on your site. I would like permission to use one of your barred dove photos on my web site. I have been searching for a photo of the dove Geopelia maugei on the web and have found only a few photos and yours is by far the best. I would give you credit for the photo unless you prefer not to have your name on my site. The site is an informational, non commerical site about diamond doves, all geopelia doves, and a few other dove species.
Thank you for you time.
Sincerely,
Helen