So, the other day I caught the flu. Snot, phlegm, scratchy eyes - you know the deal.
Off to the pharmacy I trot where I bought a bomb.
NO, not the kind to ignite at home, although that
would have been the easiest way to shush the household. Vitamin C, Corensa C, you name it, I got it, in my attempt to keep what I knew was looming at bay.
3 days later I have bronchitis and 2 days after that hubby joins me. Of course his is worse - his is MAN BRONCHITIS (DUN DUN DUUUUN) .
Mine was simply the insignificant kind that moms get.
The kind where he lays in bed and moms carry on the business of being a mom to the little one, mom to Sophia (the Siamese who has suddenly become very vocal) and now also mom to hubby.
It then dawned on me, the last time I was sick - before I was pregnant.
At the time, I didn't realize the significance of THAT moment! THAT would be the very last occasion in which I got to lie in bed and feel sorry for myself. Mommies can't get sick, we simply have no time to.
I must admit, even though Lily is up ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT, and I have been vomited on everyday for the last 3 days, (not fun at 2:00am) and I'm sure the smell from those violent nappies has actually made a home inside my nostrils and even though I'm 100% sure I have never felt this sick before... OK, maybe slight exaggeration there, in those moments, my heart bursts with love.
I gently kiss the top of her head, whisper "I love you", and remind myself to top up on VitC because mommies can't get sick.