Sick day

Do you remember when you were a baby and you used to cry to your Mommy when you were sick? In all of the ways that make a Mom so special, this is one that is way high up on the list. She has the ability to comfort us in times of need. This whining, I mean crying, to Mom when you were sick probably continued through adolescence and maybe even college. Personally, I remember specifically having to call my mom at least a couple of times when I was in college. Once was because I had the flu, a high fever, chills and was delirious and actually seeing things. And another time when I visited Ground Zero in NY and actually caught the tiniest piece of metal in my eye on a windy day (I didn’t realize it was metal when it happened). I had to go to the ER after my college roommates unsuccessfully performed eye surgery in our apartment. That tiny piece of metal formed a ring of rust in my eye and I had to have it surgically removed. Ouch! But still, Mom was 90 minutes in distance or just a phone call away to provide comfort and, of course, advice.

There’s something about a Mom that makes everything better. She takes your temperature, calls the doctor, gives you meds and a cold bath. She keeps your medication schedule, makes you a bed on the couch and feeds you soup, crackers and Gatorade. Moms make it all better. And Dads do too, of course. Actually Josh was the one fetching Gatorade and staying with our sick ones this morning while I went to work. And he stayed up after midnight with the baby who is irritable and can’t stand to be put down.

But I guess eventually we grow up, turn 20, and handle it ourselves right?

So, Mommy friends, tell me, what is it like when you are sick? Do you get to lay on the couch, take yourself to the doctor, give yourself a bath, relax and eat soup? Do you even get to put your feet up, read under a warm blanket, feel sorry for your self or even sleep in? While I think self care is super important, likely you are sick because everyone else in your house is sick, and YOU (at this time) are the low man on the totem pole. Likely, those carrier monkeys that you call your sons or daughters brought it home from their cesspool and while it caused a cough or fever for them, it extrapolated to the full on flu for you. Sweet.

A sick day for Mom? Likely it looks like trips to the pediatrician followed with $140 spent at CVS. Or your sick day looks like your 1, 2 or 3 kids on their “couch beds” and endless demands of water and Gatorade,

“No, I said water MIXED with Gatorade, Mom. Where’s my straw? Do you have more Popsicles? I want purple. Now can you put it on the table? I need a tissue but just half of a tissue. Where’s my blankey? Tuck me in up to my shoulders. No, not like that. I have to poop now.”

Your shirt is definitely a snot rag and everyone hates you for putting a cool washcloth on their head. Do they even notice that you are just as sick too? Of course, not. And you don’t bother telling them because what does it really matter anyway?

If you are lucky, you are home on your sick day. You take Aleve for body aches, forget to take your own temperature, and take a dose of DayQuil, have your coffee and press on. And if you have the stomach virus as a Mom? What do you do? Well, I have breastfed a newborn while vomiting in a trashcan after googling if it is contagious through breast milk (it wasn’t) and I have even held a 9 month old while puking in the sink making his bottle. Again, glamorous, I know. Please share, what fun things have you experienced with the stomach flu as a parent? You, Mama, are stronger than you know and it is times like this where you prove it loud and clear.

Sometimes your sick days are spent at work because, you know, your actual sick time is probably spent home with your monkeys. And you take a trip to YOUR Doctor on your way in to the office or on your lunch break if you are lucky. Or like recently, I went in to work to cover an event and then left because I am sick and coughing but really I needed to go home and care for the 3 sick boys who are presently in the care of the sickest of them all, their Dad. Just to come home to find all 3 have hot heads, their fevers spiked again and they need their next dose of meds since you left them early that morning. You guys, I have never seen 104.4 on a thermometer before until yesterday! And while everyone rested, I scrubbed puke out of 3 different spots of their WHITE carpet in their bedroom. Mind you, I am sick too. But again, low man here. Aleve, Dayquil, coffee, Suck it up, Mom.
Funny though, when you are young, immature and sick, you never once think about how Mom or Dad feels. Mom is so selfless taking care of you, it doesn’t even cross your mind how she is doing or if she has caught it from you yet. Or all of the things she isn’t getting done in her life because she is picking up your prescription, getting you a Popsicle and scrubbing puke out of your carpet or washing your sheets or disinfecting all of the toilets in the house. I admit it, when I was 8 or even 12 years old and home sick from school I am sure I was never thinking about how my Mom or Dad was feeling. I was too busy, probably feeling bad for myself. Sometimes, most times really, it is a thankless job. (Thank you for always taking such good care of me, Mom and Dad.) But as a Mom, and a wiser person, I now understand that there is NOTHING else we would rather be doing than sucking it up if we are sick and just taking care of our sick little children and babies the very best that we possibly can.

While it would be a luxury now to lay in bed and have a sick day, we put our boys and girls first. You go ahead, catch that puke in the air, change your own snotty shirt, spend $80 on their in-haler and press on. You are a Mama and you are their Comfort in life and you are doing an Amazing job even if they are forgetting to tell you that right now. So tonight, Mama’s I am wearing one of my favorite T-shirts for you. Because, really, what a joke, right?

Isn’t winter the worst?

Hunter’s First baseball game

Hunter is so excited to start baseball. With the first weekend’s games having been canceled due to weather, his first actual game was last night, April 17th.  Josh is an assistant coach and Hunter proudly wears number 7. Hunter got all of his gear- ball bag, bat, balls and helmet for his birthday last week. 

I had Wyatt, an official 6 week old in tote and Deacon in the stands next to me. In this league, coaches pitch the first 5 pitches and then the coach will bring out the T for the boys to hit from if needed.  Each boy has a chance to hit basically every other inning. Also, in the field, the boys all rotate positions so Hunter played right field then third base and then first base. 

In the 2nd inning, Hunter was up to bat. His very first at bat in his very first baseball game. Swing and a miss, swing and a miss and after 2 coaches pitches, he swung and hit the ball! He ran at first and then took a little stroll to first base. Josh and I were so proud of him! He was just thrilled. I’m so glad to have caught this on video to share.

The boys have only had a few practices so far and Hunter is still so new to the game, they are still a little (or a lot) lost while playing. As a parent, it is the greatest thing in the world to watch. Now I finally understand from a parent’s perspective that nothing is better than this. They are learning and just so excited to be there and a part of a team. At one point when Hunter was sitting in the dugout waiting for his turn to bat, he ran out of the dugout and over to me just to quickly tell me, “Mommy, I really like playing baseball”! Josh has been so great working with the boys at home to help build those skills. Hunter is really trying and as they practice at home, Deacon just has fun. We tell DD that he has to be 5 to play although he would love to join big brother on the field now. 

And at Hunter’s second time up to bat, I walked over close to their dugout to get a few photos. I was wearing Wyatt and Deacon stood by my side. Hunter had his 5 pitches and then they brought out the T. He hit and ran to first base. As I got a few photos, I heard a roar of laughter behind me. As I turned around to see parents and grandparents in hysterics, I was confused but then looked down to find Deacon. He was whipping it out, arcing up high and taking a pee right there in front of everyone. No smile on his face, he wasn’t trying to be funny, he just had to go! 

We’ve had to tell him so many times before that he can’t just pee anywhere. While we live where he can go outside, off the deck, in the yard, anywhere he’d like and no one would ever see him, this is not something he can do in public. I quickly yelled, “Deacon!”, but it was too late. He finished peeing right there where everyone walks behind the fenced dugout and was totally unphased. I told him that we can’t do that and next time just let me know and I will take him somewhere. I apologized to the parents and grandparents around me and they basically smiled and told me boys will be boys. 

I then went to sit back in my seat with Wyatt and Deacon and laughed so hard I was crying. These boys make me smile and laugh every single day. Hopefully, though, next week it won’t happen again. I was so embarrassed. 

Hunter’s #1 fan. (This isn’t him peeing…)

The team finished with a team cheer and snacks provided by one of the parents. 

Go Reds!

You guys, these are the days to remember. I can’t wait for next week.