A Sick Child

My youngest child is sick this week and home from school.  The poor little guy he is feeling so miserable I could cry for him.  It started out two weeks ago with bronchitis, I took him to see the pediatrician and she put him on antibiotics and some nasal spray for his sinus infection (yes, he had a double whammy).  That didn't solve the problem, he was still wheezing and coughing and the bridge of his nose and under his eyes became swollen.  He looked horrible so I took him back to see the doctor and she prescribed something stronger.  So after three days of the second round of antibiotics, he has a raging fever and starts exhibiting symptoms of the stomach flu.  I won 't bore you with the details on that one, but yes he is sick.  Today he is on day two of the stomach virus/fever, his sinuses infection and bronchitis seem to be clearing up.  He is feeling much better.  As I was taking the bed sheets and blankets to the basement to be washed, I started thinking about how having a sick child has affected MY life.  I was able to accomplish almost nothing where my business is concerned, looking on the bright side I was able to get my business web-site www.lifemathlifecoach.com up and running.  My housework routine was rendered ineffective.  LOL.  Who cares, right?  I have a good excuse, but if anybody had walked into my house this week they probably would never want to come back.  I haven't had much contact with my friends and family this week.  I had to cancel an appointment and four jobs.  Let me tell you that my purse is going to hurt.  In addition to all that it has been very hard to get in the shower as I do not want to leave my boy's side through this.  My hair is a mess, my face is pale, and tired looking.  I had to go to the store today and I wondered what people were thinking of me.  I have a good excuse, right?  My older daughter has been a God-send, helping me out and giving her brother a little extra attention, but the fact remains having a sick child is hard and draining.  Please don't think that I am writing this to complain, I adore my son and I would make millions of sacrifices for him and I will love and care for him until the day I die (in sickness, and in health).  Maybe I am asking for a little sympathy, maybe...Mostly, and this is simple and the point of this whole blog, next time you are out and about and you see someone who looks a little as if they didn't take time for themselves, don't judge, please be kind to them for they may have a sick child at home.  I thank God that this is only an acute illness, but I think of all the care givers of those who are chronically ill and I wonder what THEY are going through compared to my little crisis...