Having a sick kid over a weekend is even less fun.
Kaylee's field trip was on Friday. She had such a good time. I was glad. The only thing she didn't enjoy was the fact that they had to eat their lunch on the bus, on the way back to school. Can't say that I blame her on that.
When I picked her up from school, she didn't look right to me. I asked her if she had been crying. She replied with a resounding "NO, I have not!"
So I let it go.
Later in the evening, she started complaining about her throat hurting.
Uh oh, this is not gonna be pretty.
By eight she is completely miserable. She is fevered. Her throat is killing her. She feels like shit.
By nine she is ready for bed. Already in her jammies and coming to tell me she wants to go to bed. Highly unusual for her since on Friday and Saturday she gets to stay up later. I'm a softy and let her stay up 'til eleven on the weekends.
She tells everyone good night. I head to the kitchen to get her a bottle of water. I turn around and she is standing there.
"What's wrong Pumpy?" Pumpy is short for Pumpkin, my nickname for her since she was born.
She croaks out, "I want you. I really don't feel good."
And she walks to me, hugs me. She's in tears she feels so bad. She just wants some love and comfort from her Mama.
Who hasn't been in that position before? Who hasn't wanted the comfort of someone special when they feel like crap?
So I wrap her up in a hug, kiss her on the head and walk her to her room. I get her all tucked in. "Will you lay down with me? I feel horrible Mama."
Of course I lay down with her. I have to be under the covers, she is happy no other way. She snuggles up to me and lays her head on my chest. Memories come flooding back of holding her as a baby. How she needed and relied on me for everything. How peaceful it could be to just hold her and watch her sleep. I am saddened a little. There won't be many more opportunities like this.
Tears are falling. From her, even though I am a little misty eyed. I rub her back and tell her to concentrate on going to sleep. She moans and whines and cries some more. I am doing the best I can to comfort her. Finally, after about 20 minutes, she calms down enough for me to get up. She isn't asleep but she is calm. She is some what comforted. She really didn't want me to leave.
I tell her that she will go to sleep easier if I'm not in bed with her anyway.
Ten minutes later she was fast asleep.
I wish I could say she woke up Saturday feeling all better. I would be a liar if I did. She felt rotten all day.
Sunday she felt a little better but was not 100%. That means she was kept home from school today.
Hopefully she will be able to go back to school Tuesday. She can be a real bear when she's been cooped up for such a long time.
Keep your fingers crossed for me!
4 comments:
Hope she is feeling much better. Hate those miserable feelings.
I hope she feels much better soon. My girls still want me when they are sick. Hug her up tight.
Hope she is feeling better soon!
I really hope the worst of it is over by now! By the way, my 22 year old daughter still calls me up crying when she feels sick, and she says how much she misses me and needs me. You'll always fill that role for her. :)
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