My six year old woke up at 11:30 crying. When I got into our room I found that she had vomited all over her bed and down onto mine, too (we share bunk beds right now). She was bawling her eyes out and miserable. I quickly went into mom mode and got her out of bed and into the bathroom where we took her out of her clothes and I got her into the shower. As I went back to the room to clean I felt an anger coming over me. My mom came in with some fresh sheets to put on one of the beds for her to sleep in and I found myself spitting out angry words. "She's old enough to get down and go to the bathroom if she thinks she's getting sick!" "Why would she try to stop herself?" "I just wanted to go to bed!" I was angry even though this poor little girl didn't want this at all. My mother went to bed and told me to deal with it myself if I was going to have such a bad attitude.
I found myself back in the bathroom where she was showering. As she stood in there washing herself, I closed my eyes and breathed. I started to list off all that I was thankful for. She could be much sicker. She was still joking around and having a good time. The mess was contained to the beds so there wasn't a mess to deal with on floors/nightstands/books/etc. I realized that my anger had no place here and immediately wrapped her up in love when she got out of the shower. I reminded her that I wasn't mad and that I knew she didn't want to be sick. I changed her into her PJs and set up her temporary bed.
A little bit later I heard her crying as the second wave of sickness came over her. This time she had a bucket and there was no mess. As we cleaned up she asked me to stay in the bedroom with her. I dragged my feet and started listing off all the reasons I didn't want to. I wanted to watch my shows in the living room. I didn't want to deal with her talking about how bad she felt when I couldn't fix it. I didn't want to sit in the same room as her all night and breathe in her dirty germs. I had this list of reasons not to and told her that I'd rather not. But the look in her eyes immediately changed my mind. This tiny person only wanted one thing to make her feel better. Not water or crackers. She wanted mom. So here I type as she watches a cartoon to try to help her relax before attempting sleep again. If I get sick, so be it. My little girl needed her mom and who am I to deny that?
I remember being young and sick and wanting my mom to be with me and her telling me to call for her if I got sick again but that she was going to sleep in her own room. I hated that feeling. So, for better or worse, we're bunked together in my bed. She's gotten sick three times now and I hope that's all for tonight. But if it's not, we'll face it. There's no room for anger or dragging feet. I'm constantly reminded why it's so important to Be Present and Be Love. I cross my fingers that I won't get sick, too. I just doubled up on my Truly Natural Vitamin C and I'm having faith. If I do? This too shall pass.
I found myself back in the bathroom where she was showering. As she stood in there washing herself, I closed my eyes and breathed. I started to list off all that I was thankful for. She could be much sicker. She was still joking around and having a good time. The mess was contained to the beds so there wasn't a mess to deal with on floors/nightstands/books/etc. I realized that my anger had no place here and immediately wrapped her up in love when she got out of the shower. I reminded her that I wasn't mad and that I knew she didn't want to be sick. I changed her into her PJs and set up her temporary bed.
A little bit later I heard her crying as the second wave of sickness came over her. This time she had a bucket and there was no mess. As we cleaned up she asked me to stay in the bedroom with her. I dragged my feet and started listing off all the reasons I didn't want to. I wanted to watch my shows in the living room. I didn't want to deal with her talking about how bad she felt when I couldn't fix it. I didn't want to sit in the same room as her all night and breathe in her dirty germs. I had this list of reasons not to and told her that I'd rather not. But the look in her eyes immediately changed my mind. This tiny person only wanted one thing to make her feel better. Not water or crackers. She wanted mom. So here I type as she watches a cartoon to try to help her relax before attempting sleep again. If I get sick, so be it. My little girl needed her mom and who am I to deny that?
I remember being young and sick and wanting my mom to be with me and her telling me to call for her if I got sick again but that she was going to sleep in her own room. I hated that feeling. So, for better or worse, we're bunked together in my bed. She's gotten sick three times now and I hope that's all for tonight. But if it's not, we'll face it. There's no room for anger or dragging feet. I'm constantly reminded why it's so important to Be Present and Be Love. I cross my fingers that I won't get sick, too. I just doubled up on my Truly Natural Vitamin C and I'm having faith. If I do? This too shall pass.
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