Now that Nat is healthy as a horse and back to her rambunctious old self, the outbreak has spread to her baby brother, the nanny and worst of all, Mommy.
Poor little Ollie has been miserable for the past 2 days. He has no fever (thank goodness!), but has a very runny nose, a bad cough and I imagine a headache as well.
That’s one of the worst thinks when a baby is sick – they cant tell you how they feel, so one can only guess. He’s on my lap now as I type this – making little whiny sounds in between coughs and just looking plain miserable.
Speaking of miserable, did I mention how I hate being ill? Mommies are really not made to be ill (at least when the kids are young) for obvious reasons – who would look after everyone else?
Even if I’m lucky enough to have staff, when my kids are ill, they want nobody else but Mommy. The nannies get yelled at, Daddy get shunned….its only Mommy who must do everything for them.
Not that I mind really, I remember what it was like being a kid and sick – nobody but Mommy could make feel better. But what is awful now is that all this closeness has made the virus now camp out chez Mom’s.
When I was little my Mom always cooked her special chicken soup (mashed up the way I liked it) and brought me presents when I was sick – it was always the same. Paper dolls and a new nightgown. Something I’ve always remembered fondly.
And you can guess that the same tradition is now passed to my kids.
Originally posted on August 31, 2006 @ 11:57 am