When both of your kids are ill at the same time
The signs that today was not going to be a great day were there last night. I arrived back from Parent’s Evening before the girls were asleep, and as they had cuddles and goodnight kisses, they both felt warmer than usual. Emily had had a cough and a runny nose for a couple of days so it wasn’t a surprise. Both girls ended up waking in the night, being dosed with Calpol or Neurofen and in the end ended up in a bed with one of us.
In some ways the fact that they both managed to be ill at the same time, and on a day that I didn’t work was fortuitous. We didn’t need to take time off work to look after them. But that is little comfort when you are having to look after two little poorly people. Managing them during the day required a level of organisation that I am just not used to when it comes to dealing with them. Having to note down who has been given what medication and at what time is not something I need to do when it is just one of them who is ill.
It’s horrible when they are like this individually, but it is so challenging when they are both unwell. It breaks my heart to see them just not themselves, and feeling fairly helpless. They are always clingy when they are poorly. Today they both wanted cuddles. To be fair, they will usually both demand cuddles from me when they are well. But there is usually some fight involved in this, and whereas I don’t really want them hitting each other over me, there was just no fight in them today. Just tears.
Of course, there were lots of cuddles together. TV and films, snuggled up under a blanket was the main part of the day. But I had to be with them at all times. I don’t normally do work when the girls are at home with me anyway as I want to make the most of our time together. But I can usually get some washing done and put away, or the dishwasher emptied, loaded and put on again whilst they are occupied, but this was just not possible today. And frustrating as it is that these jobs weren’t done, it actually didn’t matter. It was one of those days where my job was to be close and administer cuddles as and when they were needed.
My reward for surviving today is a glass of wine and a delicious take-away pizza. I can celebrate getting through the day for a few hours and keep my fingers crossed that we have a good night and the worst of this has passed.