I hate it when my kids are sick for so many reasons. As horrible as is it to watch them suffer there is only so much sympathy and patience a mum can have before it's time to seriously get this child on the mend.
At first the cuddles are so nice. Being able to ride off your day and watch movies because you have a feverish body laying on you that cries every time you move. At this point life isn't so bad! No cleaning, no grocery shopping, no cooking. Just pj's, movies and endless cuddles that you usually would have to bribe them for. All in all a fairly relaxing day...
Then we hit midnight and just like a pumpkin my child turns into something of a nightmare. I'm dreaming of a horrifying shriek and wondering where on earth the sound is coming from. Mental note: Watch less scary movies! The sound gets closer and now I feel my body being prodded. This is seriously freaking me out... Oh wait, OK it is worse than a dream, the sound is alive and coming from the room next door. God help us all!
Untwisting my knickers and singlet (don't you hate that) I jump out of bed and the obstacle begins to get to him before hearing two other unwelcome cries. First comes the knee hitting the corner of the bed frame. Dam you stupid bed we are getting a new bed tomorrow! Next is the pile of washing I decided I couldn't be bothered putting away. For goodness sake Cam put your clothes away, oh wait it's mine never mind go back to sleep sweety. Now it's the old bang your shoulder off the side of your dressing table and ending in one final blow from the door that was half closed. Five injuries later and a hallway light almost blinding me, I have made it!
As I feel around for the dummy and shush the screaming baby I am wondering if I had left a bottle of milk in the room for the smell is overwhelming. But oh there is no bottle of milk, which becomes confirmed as my fingers begin oozing through something that is definitely not a dummy and much wetter than a blanket. Yes I now get to add another precious memory of motherhood to my life, that I am, and at 12:30 am, finger painting with spew in my sons cot.
Like most people do I'm sure, we are having a shower together at 1 am singing nursery rhymes and trying to make the event a fun adventure to keep the rest of the house asleep. A dose of panadol, cuddles with dad and we have a sleeper. That's not me the one sleeping by the way, let's not get ahead of ourselves. My night is just beginning!
Spewing mess in the machine set to intense wash, clean pj's on and it's finally sweet dreams for mumma... until (insert psycho music).