Sickation Days

I was hit hard with an intense cold last weekend. It’s the third time since Cal’s arrival that I’ve been sick enough that Joe’s quarantined me in our bedroom so I won’t infect the rest of the family. The first time I had mono and was out for a week. Each quarantine has included Kleenex, NyQuil, OJ, Vick’s, and all that good stuff. Sounds miserable, right? Days of sniffling, sneezing, coughing, and not being able to see your husband and baby? Well, I’m not particularly proud to admit it, but I didn’t actually hate it. The days also included lots of sleep and Netflix and ice cream and sweet, sweet silence.

 

I love spending time with my family. Ninety percent of the time there’s nothing I’d rather do. However, about two percent of the time, I want to be with friends, laughing and reliving my youth (hence Vegas), and the other eight percent of the time, I just want to be alone. I want to watch shows my husband won’t like and eat dessert without sharing and finish a thought uninterrupted, but I just don’t have it in me to say, “Hey, the baby is yours tonight. I’m going to go watch Bravo in bed with Ben & Jerry. Night, guys!” I don’t really like the thought of them potentially having fun out there without me, and I can’t relax knowing Joe is doing dinner and bath and bedtime on his own while I do nothing. But being sick? It takes away all of that guilt. I need to rest. I need to keep my family healthy. I’m doing my part right here in bed. It’s what’s best. When else can I say that?

 

I feel like I came out of my most recent cold with a new-found optimism, an outlook on life that embraces times that seem difficult or sad or icky. There always has to be a silver lining, a greater purpose, right? I think we have to believe that in order to feel joy. In being sick, I learned the value of alone time. Last night, Calvin had an upset tummy. We had to clean him up and change his sheets and make a bottle and rock him and comfort him until nearly 2:00 AM. Knowing I had a 5:00 AM alarm, I was initially frustrated. However, as I rocked him, I realized how big he felt in my arms and how his legs dangled over the side of our glider. I remembered a time, one that feels like last week and years ago all at once, a time when his whole little body fit cradled in my arms. It occurred to me that he’ll never fit in my arms that way again but also that he’ll never fit in my arms this way again. It won’t be long until we don’t fit in that glider together at all. It’ll feel sudden when he doesn’t want me to rock him back to sleep anymore, so I held him closer, and I embraced the 1:00AM snuggle. I wrapped my arms around him and my heart around the moment.

 

It’s not always going to be easy, and it may sometimes not be possible, but I am committing myself to looking for these silver linings, these hidden blessings in seemingly everyday frustrations. It may be a moment to myself or a sweet baby snuggle, but if I can just look for something to celebrate, something for which I can give gratitude in every obstacle, I know I can help fill my heart and my house with joy. And that’s what my family deserves, a home filled with thankfulness and celebration every day, no matter what.

 

So, even though sometimes we just need to cry or scream or take and extra long bath, I encourage you, Mama, take a sickation day, laugh when the baby joyfully splashes in the dog’s water bowl, be grateful you have a home even when it requires seemingly constant repairs, enjoy your ugly, outdated, but oh-so-comfy couch, and fill your heart with as many happy memories as it can hold. I believe our families will thank us.

One thought on “Sickation Days

  1. I just got caught up on your posts! I LOVE them. I thought I was going to get an email alert when you posted but I didn’t. Maybe I will moving forward? I clicked the box 😂. I can relate to your motherhood pursuits, angsts and wonderment albeit 17 years ago for me! Love the Yogo story! I hope you and your new mama friend enjoy more time together. And Joe sounds like a keeper! Glad you liked the shirt!

    Namaste, or whatever that yoga term is 😂

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