ER, PREK, COVID

 

ACT 1: My youngest ended up in the ER, she was walking weird and seemed to be in discomfort. Add in extra fussiness and not wanting to be put down. We figured she landed wrong or fell on her leg, which is common as a wild 18-month-old. After 6+ hours at the local ER, nothing came back on the X-ray or the lab work. We were relived but it was an exhausting night. It is so hard to watch your child get blood drown and all those tests done, necessary to rule out infection but you wish they could poke you instead. And it made me feel extra grateful we have a healthy child. Parents who do multiple visits or long hospital stays, you are warriors! My thoughts are with all of you and hands on your back! 

ACT 2: My oldest started VPK the next morning. I decided to miss my 8 AM meeting, 8 AM meetings aren’t easy for me by the way. It’s a quick call usually but nonetheless, it’s a rat race to be available by 8 with 2 kids to drop off etc.

My husband and I both took our daughter to preschool that day, and all the school supplies for the year. I’m thankful that we were both there to share the excitement of the big day and new classroom. And of course, I cried some tears once back in the car. Life just keeps flying by, like a show in front of my eyes. Some moments take your breath away as a parent and others, make you want to scream. And sometimes, you might scream (I snap sometimes- guilty). But it hit me like a wave on this day how much my first born has grown. I can remember the exact moment I found out I was pregnant with her. I had the WORST sinus infection and finally went to urgent care for some meds. The nurse asked if there was any chance, I was pregnant. I thought, well I did have a glass of red wine last night (despite the sinus infection ha). And I knew we were technically “trying” because we weren’t preventing it. Well, the stick test came back positive!! I left with no medicine for my sinus infection now due to being pregnant and I left with a big secret. I was PREGNANT!  To this day, we frequent to this urgent care. I feel like it has a spot in my heart and lots of memories there.

Parenting is such an adventure and has all sorts of ups and downs, sometimes all in the same damn day. I just hope I am doing enough most days and the right thing. All I know is that my oldest has so much ahead of her and my biggest goal is to make her a good person. I want her to stand up for herself, her friends, for what is right, to help others, hold the door, be kind, and be true to herself.

 

ACT III: Mama gets sick, down goes the ship!!! Midweek, I started to feel more run down and I realize I have a fever now. I had a bad feeling the VID finally found me. Well, I tested positive and so far, my family is all negative. My youngest is too little to keep torturing with tests, so I have just kept her home from the start of it all. I’m not good at being sick, it’s hard for me to really rest. Even though don’t we all crave sick days sometimes? But I think it brings me back to the nostalgic time of being a kid and having a mom (more than likely mom- maybe dad) or whoever your caregiver was…they were your daily servant. You’d get to watch Nick JR. and lay on the couch all day.

Well, that is not the case when you are a FT working parent. You are powering through working while sick, especially if you work remote. And you may have a kid or 2 in tow as well. Yesterday I decided I needed to put myself first. I am guilty of not practicing what I preach. And I just suck it up one more day or one more task. If I keep pushing it, how will I ever heal? And today was such a nice day, not having to work. Is it bad that being sick with covid beats work?

ACT 4: Take care of yourself and your loved ones. Thank you for reading my blog!!